Mark,

As a matter of fact, now that I know where the book is: Yes.

Ask me why a rambler ain't got no home
Ask me why I sit and cry alone.
I wish I knew, if I knew I'd know what to do.

Day in, day out seems I'm running all on my own
Day in Day out, there's a weakness growing in my bones
But it ain't no use; no it ain't no use
My mind is dead I gotta turn my body loose.

Wish mama you could hear the words that I cry
Wish mama now if only I could die
But my time is late; my time is late,
I'm on my own and Lord I've got it straight.

No girl I've loved has ever held me down
No reason can I give for leaving this town
My love is true, now my love is true
But the road is long, gotta see my journey through.

Girl don't deny the freedom that's born in me
Girl don't deny that a rambler must always be free
Someday you'll see, someday you'll see
That my ramblin's gonna be the death of me.