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 joyGone Rogue Lyrics
While she was sucking Who's on the driver's side DEA are dealing and getting high Gone rogue Can't be controlled Hold your breathr /> 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"

CHORUS
Late one night in a jungle camp
Th

Fly Trouble Lyrics
Did you ever sit straight up in your bedwith somethin' circlin' around your head And you swot at it as it whizzes by it's just one pesky little fl

weather was cold and it was damp
He got the chills, and he got them bad
They took the only friend I ever had

CHORUS

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

Suddenly Seymour Lyrics
Lift up your head. Wash off your mascara. Here, take my Kleenex. Wipe that lipstick away. Show me your face, clean as the mornin'. I know

HORUS

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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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