Ramblin' Man
Written and recorded by Hank Williams Sr. in 1951. This song was released as a single and also included on the album "Moanin' the Blues." The song showcased Williams' distinctive vocal style along with his ability to convey emotion and storytelling in his music. The song tells the story of being constantly on the road and searching for something elusive. "Ramblin' Man" became one of Hank Williams Sr.'s popular hits, and it further solidified his status as a country music icon. Its timeless appeal and relatable themes have made it a favorite among fans of traditional country and folk. Over the years, "Ramblin' Man" has been covered by various artists and remains a popular traditional song in the Americana music genre. Its enduring popularity speaks to Hank Williams Sr.'s enduring influence and his ability to capture the essence of the human experience 

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I can settle down and be doin' just fine
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Til' I hear an old train rollin' down the line
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Then I hurry straight home and pack
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And if I didn't go, I believe I'd blow my stack

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I love you baby, but you gotta understand
         E7                               Am
When the Lord made me, He made a Ramblin' Man


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Some folks might sa-ay that I'm no good
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That I wouldn't settle down if I could
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But when that open ro-oad starts to callin' me
                  E7                         Am
There's somethin' o'er the hill that I gotta see

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Sometimes it's har-rd but you gotta understand
         E7                               Am
When the Lord made me, He made a Ramblin' Man


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I love to see the towns a-passin' by
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And to ride these rails, 'neath God's blue sky
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Let me travel this land from the mountains to the sea
                   E7                          Am
'Cause that's the life I believe, He meant for me

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And when I'm go-one and at my grave you stand
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Just say God called home your Ra-amblin' Man

RAMBLIN' MAN

Ramblin' Man

An American folk performer with roots in the 90s Seattle and Tempe music scenes, JTSunrise weaves classic tunes and tales from the heart with modern images mixed with fingers and breath - - - Genuine Gen X Folkspunk Seattle Americana acoustic guitar, banjo, mandolin, uke, autoharp, harmonica an old school stringband songs recorded down home

If you're an acoustic player/singer-songwriter of any kind please get in touch. 

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Thank You All
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     JT
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JTSunrise, like a cryptic melody echoing through the mist, A silhouette against the dawn, veiled in an enigma’s twist. Their chords weave secrets, harmonies untold, In the dim-lit corners of the soul, they unfold

Is it the owl reflection of their eyes, the echo of forgotten lullabies? JT strums the strings of mystery, A troubadour in the shadows, lost in history

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Chaldean Birth Name Number Calculation:
JTSunrise breaks down as follows:
J = 1, T = 4, S = 3, U = 6, N = 5, R = 2, I = 1, S = 3, E = 5.
Total: 1 + 4 + 3 + 6 + 5 + 2 + 1 + 3 + 5 = 30.
Reduce 30 to 3 (3 + 0).
JTSunrise’s Chaldean number is Three, associated with creativity, change, and sociability

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🌟 JTSunrise hails from Seattle, crafting genuine Gen X Americana music. Their acoustic guitar, banjo, and stringband melodies resonate with the spirit of a bygone era

🌟 90s Roots: Rooted in the 90s Seattle and Tempe music scenes, JTSunrise blends classic tunes with modern imagery. Their fingers dance across strings, breathing life into folkspunk and Americana sounds. Whether on SoundCloud or live stages, JTSunrise’s performances evoke emotion. Imagine intimate gatherings where old-school stringband instruments meet heartfelt tales

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**In the gentle strumming of strings and the raw authenticity of JTSunrise’s compositions, you’ll find echoes of love, nostalgia, and the human experience**