Ramblin' In My Shoes
Hank Williams Jr. and Boxcar Willie
Bill Emerson, Vince Emerson

Now(C) daddy told me stories 
Bout the (F)whinos and the (C)frieght trains
That momma never wanted me to know

That I had spent my younger days
(F)Sleepin' in a (C)box car
She was ashamed that I had been a hobo

She never wanted me to (G)know that he was a (C)hobo

Now(C) momma was a christian
And she (F)always read the (C)bible
She told me all the things that I shouldn't do

But you had railroad fever
And (F)gamblin' in your (C)fingers

And a bad case of ramblin' in my (C)shoes

And a bad, bad case of (G)ramblin' in our (C)shoes


So I (F)caught a southern bound in Detroit (C)City
And we (F)rode it all the way to Baton (C)Rouge
I (F)met up with a man called Boxcar (C)Willie
And (D)you got your first taste of hobo (G)stew(G7)
I (C)played every (G)song of Jimmie (C)Rodgers
How I (F)loved those old Hank Williams (C)blues 
Now (F)every time I hear that lonesome (C)whistle
We get a bad case of ramblin' in our shoes
We get a bad bad case of (G)ramblin' in our (C)shoes

Instrumental (C) (G)

Yeah we (G)caught a southern bound in Detriot (D)City
And we (G)rode it all the way to Baton (D)Rouge
I (G)met up with a man called Boxcar(D) Willie
And (E)you got your first taste of hobo (A)stew(A7)
We (D)played every (A)song of Jimmie (D)Rodgers
And we (G)sang every one of ole Hank's (D)tunes
Now (G)every time we hear that whistle (D)blowin'
We get a bad case of ramblin' in our shoes
We get a bad bad case of (A)ramblin' in our (D)shoes