Lyrics
[verse]
Sitting on the doorstep with a matchbox for my clothes,
Nowhere left to travel, no direction that I chose.
Pockets full of nothing but the wind and the rain,
Every road I wander leads me right back to the same.
[chorus]
I'm a poor wandering rambler with a hole in my sole,
No dollar in my denim, no home for my soul.
But I'll roll on down the highway, I'll keep pushing through —
'Cause a man with an empty box has nothing left to lose.
[verse]
Let me be your little rabbit, let me hop across your yard,
I'll work from dawn to sundown, honey, I don't mind it hard.
But if you won't have me, then I'll gather up my things —
One matchbox, one guitar, and the songs that heartbreak brings.
[chorus]
I'm a poor wandering rambler with a hole in my sole,
No dollar in my denim, no home for my soul.
But I'll roll on down the highway, I'll keep pushing through —
'Cause a man with an empty box has nothing left to lose.
[bridge]
Strike a light, watch it flicker, watch it burn down to gray,
That's about how long a good thing ever wants to stay.
I've been up, I've been under, I've been everywhere between —
And I'll carry that old matchbox till my slate gets wiped clean.
[chorus]
I'm a poor wandering rambler with a hole in my sole,
No dollar in my denim, no home for my soul.
But I'll roll on down the highway, I'll keep pushing through —
'Cause a man with an empty box has nothing left to lose.
