Rambling Boy

I was raised but a rambling boy
Too many a city I did enjoy
And there I married me a pretty little wife
And I loved her dearer than I love my life

She was pretty both neat and gay
She caused me to rob the road highway
I robbed it, yes, I do declare
I made myself ten thousand there

Plenty dry goods for to carry me through
My pistol, swords are mighty two
My forty four she never fails
My true love comes for to go my bale

My mother said she has no home
My sister said she's all alone
My wife she's left with despair
With a broken heart and a baby there

Now when I die don't bury me at all
Just place me away in alcohol
My forty four layin' by my feet
Please tell them I am just asleep



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Paxton
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