I'm a rambler. I'm a gambler.
I'm a long way from my home.
If you people don't like me,
I can make out on my own.
'Cause it's dark, and it's rainin'.
And the moon gives no light.
And my pony can hardly travel,
On this darkened road at night.
You know once I had a true love.
Lord, her age was just sixteen.
She was the flower of Belton,
And the rose of Aberdeen.
But her parents did not like me.
And now she feels much the same.
If I'm writ' on your diary,
Well, blot out my name.
'Cause there's changes in the ocean.
And there's changes in the sea.
And there's changes in my own true love,
But there ain't no change in me.