Текст Tom Paxton – Ramblin’ Boy

He was a man and a friend always.
He stuck with me in the bad old days.
He never cared if I had no dough,
We rambled round in the rain and snow.

So here’s to you my Rambling Boy,
May all your rambling bring you joy.
So here’s to you my Rambling Boy,
May all your rambling bring you joy.

In Tulsa town we chanced to stray,
We thought we’d try to work one day.
The boss said he had room for one,
Said my old pal we’d rather bum.

So here’s to you my Rambling Boy,
May all your rambling bring you joy.
So here’s to you my Rambling Boy,
May all your rambling bring you joy.

Late one night in a jungle camp,
The weather it was cold and damp.
He got the chills and he got ’em bad.
Try took the only friend I had.

So here’s to you my Rambling Boy,
May all your rambling bring you joy.
So here’s to you my Rambling Boy,
May all your rambling bring you joy.

He left here to ramble on,
My rambling pal is dead and gone.
If when we die we go somewhere,
I bet you a dollar that he’s rambling there.

So here’s to you my Rambling Boy,
May all your rambling bring you joy.