I'm on my way to Pudding Road I haven't got a thing Lord, but when I get to Pudding Road I'll sit right down and sing When I was a little My momma held my hand Sayin' "Listen, daughter, just one thing Don't trust no ramblin' man" For a ramblin' man will leave you When the storm begins to blow Yes, a ramblin' man, he has no tears To serve a poor girl's woe They can take your golden rings They can steal your schemes Lord, and they can take your own dear love But they can't take your dreams I'm on my way to Pudding Road I haven't got a thing Lord, but when I get to Pudding Road I'll sit right down and sing