Pudding road

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