Single credits

1. Ramblin' Kind

2. Where the Road Runs Wild

Lyricist/ Composer/ Arranger: Arthur Stulien

Arranger: Hugo Risdal

Producer: Hugo Risdal

Sound engineer: Nicolai Herwell

Mastering: Cool V Mastering S.L.

Musicians

Arthur Stulien - Vocal

Hugo Risdal - Guitars and bass (2)

Kristian Tybakken - Drums

Eiolf Ødegård - Keys (1)

Øyvind Smidt - Fiddle (2)

Eddy Dunlap - Steel guitar (1)

Vidar Dale - Steel guitar (2)

Trond Andreas Fagerli - Harmonica (1)

Nicolai Herwell - Backing vocals and bass (1)

Lyrics

1. Ramblin' Kind

Boots on, wind at my back
Drifting down another old highway track
Neon’s calling, and I can’t resist
A long night waiting in a place like this
Smoke rolls in the barroom haze
Another lost soul like the same old phrase

Waylon’s voice on a jukebox tune
Steel guitar humming underneath the moon
I don’t stay too long, I just roll on through
Chasing something I’ll never hold on to
Ain’t no map that can pin me down
I’m leaving town

I’m just another ramblin’ kind
Never could stay between the lines
Got a heart that beats like a moving train
Whiskey in my glass, freedom in my veins
I keep leaving, but I don’t know why
Some ain’t made to say goodbye
Another town left behind
I’m just another ramblin’ kind

Barstool sitting, taking my time

A redhead’s laughing at some worn-out line

Her hand lingers like a midnight song

Soft and sweet, but it won’t last long

So I tip my hat, take one last round

Disappear when the lights go down

Chorus

Another town left behind

Another town for the ramblin’ kind

Another town left behind

I’m just another ramblin’ kind

Solo

Chorus

Another town left behind

I’m just another ramblin’ kind

2. Where the Road Runs Wild (I'm on Fire)

Kick up the dust, hear the gravel fly,

Four wheels burnin’ under desert sky.

I’m on my way

Got a well travelled six-string ridin’ shotgun with me,

And a suitcase full of stories and some old CDs.

That I still play

Every motel’s a home, every diner’s a friend,

Ain’t a road that don’t know where I’ve been.

I’m on fire, burnin’ up the night,

Takin’ these curves like a wild horse ride.

From the high plains down to the pines,

I ain’t slowin’ down, driving close to that line

Where the road runs wild

Gas station coffee, black as the night,

Rearview mirror holdin’ all my goodbyes.

I still see ‘em though

Every sign’s just a blur, every mile’s got a song,

Ain’t no place I called home for too long.

Chorus

I was born in the wind, raised in the dust,

Ain’t a flame burnin’ hotter than a heart that won’t rust.

Some part of me always knew I’d find home to you

Now I’m burnin’ for somethin’ that finally feels true

Put the wild road behind

From the high plains down to the pines,

I settled down, found a path burning bright

Where the road ran wild