Kris Kristofferson - Ramblin jack

^CI got a friend named Ramblin' Jack. ^CHe's got a face like a tumbled down shack That's been lived in too long to be torn d^Gown. He's h^Gigh on life and low on luck and b^Gig on driving diesel trucks And knows the boys that built them by the s^Cound

M^Cost of his lifetime he's been wasted ^COn the wine of life he's tasted And I guess the rest, Lord, he was st^Foned And he's k^Gnown to lay his weary head In some f^Gunky, unfamiliar beds But he was only looking for a h^Come

And I kn^Fow he ain't afraid of where he's g^Coing And I'm s^Gure he ain't ashamed of where he's b^Ceen He has p^Faid a little piece of his soul For every s^Ceed that he's been sowing And he's m^Dade his own mistakes, and love, and fr^Giends ^N.C.Ain't that what matters in the e^Cnd

S^Doulful songs and sailing ships ^DPut a smile upon his lips Easy as the laughter in his e^Ayes And ^Aif he knew how good he'd done ^Aevery song he ever sung I believe he'd truly be surpr^Dised

L^Dooking back he's come so far L^Dooking at his lucky star Somewhere, out there, rocking on the r^Goad R^Aisky nights and wasted days W^Aild and righteous, wicked ways Mixing up the music in his s^Doul

And I kn^Gow he ain't afraid of where he's g^Doing And I'm s^Aure he ain't ashamed of where he's b^Deen He has p^Gaid a little piece of his soul For every s^Deed that he's been sowing And he's m^Eade his own mistakes, and love, and fr^Aiends ^N.C.Ain't that what matters in the e^Dnd

^DI got a friend named Ramblin' J^Dsus2ack ^D