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He was a man and a friend always,
He stuck with me in the hard ol' days;
He never cared if we had no dough,
We'd ramble 'round in the rain and snow.
And here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all of your rambles bring you joy;
And here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all of your rambles bring you joy.
In Tulsa town we chanced to stray,
To see if we'd find some work someday;
The boss said he had room for one,
Said my old pal, "I'd rather bum."
And here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy;
And here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all of your rambles bring you joy.
Late one night in a jungle camp,
The weather it was cold and damp;
He got the chills and he got them bad,
I lost the only friend I had.
And here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all your rambles bring you joy;
And here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all of your rambles bring you joy.
He left me 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 a-ramblin' there.
And here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all of your rambles bring you joy;
And here's to you my ramblin' boy,
May all of your rambles bring you joy.
May all your rambles bring you joy.
Recorded by John Barr aka "Little" John Cameron from Blantyre, Scotland and Torbay, NL [1943-2002] (Sit Down, Mr. Music Man ©1967 Boot Records, Toronto, Canada).
