RAMBLIN BOY

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He was a pal and a friend always

We rambled round in the hard ol' days

He never cared if I had no dough

We rambled round in the rain and snow



So here's to you my ramblin' boy

May all your rambles bring you joy

So here's to you my ramblin' boy

May all your rambles bring you joy



In Tulsa town we chanced to stray

We thought we'd try to work one day

The boss says he had room for one

Says my old pal, "We'd rather bum"



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Late one night in a jungle camp

The weather was cold and it was damp

He got the chills, and he got them bad

They took the only friend I ever had



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He left me here to ramble on

My ramblin' pal is dead and gone

If when we die we go somewhere

I'll bet you a dollar he's ramblin' there



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Words and music by Tom Paxton, copyright 1963 Cherry Lane Music.

Recorded on his Rambling Boy album and on Judy Collins' Songbook.

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