Rambling's Going to Be the Death of Me
Bert Jansch Lyrics


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Ask me why a rambler aint got no home
Ask me why I sit and cry alone
I wish I knew, I wish I knew
If I knew, I'd know what to do
Day in, day out seems I'm a-runnin' all on my own
Day in, day out there is weakness a-growin' in my bones
Wo, it aint no use, nah, it aint no use
My mind is dead I got to turn my body loose
Wish Mama you could hear the words that I cry
Wish Mama now at home I could die
But my time is late, my time is late
I'm on my own and Lord I've got it straight
No girl I've loved has ever held me down
No reason can I give for leaving this town
My love is true now, my love is true
But the road is long, I've got to see my journey through
So Girl, don't deny the freedom that's born to me
Girl don't deny that a rambler must always be free




Someday you'll see now, Babe, someday you'll see
That my ramblin's gonna be the death of me

Overall Meaning

The song "Rambling's Gonna Be the Death of Me" by Bert Jansch talks about the life of a rambler, a person who travels from place to place without a fixed home. The singer is asked why he doesn't have a home and why he sits and cries alone, but he doesn't have an answer to those questions. The lyrics suggest that the life of a rambler involves a lot of running and wandering without any particular purpose, and as a result, weakness is growing in his bones.


The song reflects the conflicting emotions of the singer who wishes for a home and a place to belong but also feels the pull of the road and the freedom that comes with it. He wishes his Mama could hear his cries and longs for the comfort of home but feels that his time is late and he must continue his journey. The singer reflects on his past lovers but can't give a reason for leaving the town or holding down a relationship.


In the end, the singer sees his rambling lifestyle as a death sentence, but he cannot deny the freedom that comes with it. He asks the girl not to deny the freedom that's born to him and accepts that his journey will eventually lead to his downfall.


Overall, the song is about the complexities of the rambler life and the conflicting feelings it elicits in those who lead it. It portrays the solitary and wandering nature of the rambler and their struggle to find meaning and belonging.


Line by Line Meaning

Ask me why a rambler aint got no home
Inquire as to why a wanderer does not have a permanent residence.


Ask me why I sit and cry alone
Investigate the reason why I sit and cry by myself.


I wish I knew, I wish I knew
Expressing a desire to know the answers to the aforementioned questions.


If I knew, I'd know what to do
Stating that if I had the answers, I would know how to proceed.


Day in, day out seems I'm a-runnin' all on my own
Every day, it appears that I am continuously traveling by myself.


Day in, day out there is weakness a-growin' in my bones
Persistently, there is a feeling of deterioration in my physical and/or emotional state.


Wo, it aint no use, nah, it aint no use
Exclaiming that there is no point in continuing with the current path as it is futile.


My mind is dead I got to turn my body loose
My state of mind is exhausted, and I must allow my body to be free.


Wish Mama you could hear the words that I cry
Desiring for my mother to be present to listen to my woes.


Wish Mama now at home I could die
Longing to pass away at home with my mother by my side.


But my time is late, my time is late
Conveying that it is getting late for me, and time is running out.


I'm on my own and Lord I've got it straight
Acknowledging that I am truly by myself, and I understand my situation.


No girl I've loved has ever held me down
None of the women I have loved have convinced me to stay in one place.


No reason can I give for leaving this town
I cannot explain logically why I have to depart this location.


My love is true now, my love is true
My affection is genuine and sincere at this moment.


But the road is long, I've got to see my journey through
The journey ahead of me is lengthy, and I must endure it to the end.


So Girl, don't deny the freedom that's born to me
I plead with my female companion not to restrain my natural inclination for independence.


Girl don't deny that a rambler must always be free
Reiterating that a wanderer must never have their liberty taken away from them.


Someday you'll see now, Babe, someday you'll see
Pondering that one day, my lover will appreciate and comprehend my perspective.


That my ramblin's gonna be the death of me
Warning that my constant moving will be the cause of my demise.




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