RAMBLING BOY       Tom Paxton



He was a man, and a friend always.

He stuck with me in the good old days.

He never cared if I had no dough:

We'd ramble 'round in the rain and snow.



In Tulsa town we chanced to stray.
We thought we'd find some work one day.
The boss said he had room for one -
We said "My friend, we'd rather bum".


Chorus:

  And here's to you, my ramblin' boy,

  May all your ramblin' bring you joy.    (2)



Late one night, in a jungle camp,
The weather was cold and oh, so damp.
He got the chills, and he got 'em bad:
They took the only friend I had.


He left me here to ramble on.
My ramblin' boy is cead and gone,
And if when we die we go somewhere,
I'll bet you'll see him ramblin' there

Chorus