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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.
