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Ramblin' around this dirty old town
Singin' for nickels and dimes Times getting rough I ain't got enough To buy me a bottle of wine Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine When you gonna let me get sober Leave me along, let me go home I wann'a go back and start over Little hotel, older than Hell Cold and as dark as a mine Blanket so thin, I lie there and grin Buy me little bottle of wine Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine When you gonna let me get sober Leave me along, let me go home I wann'a go back and start over Aches in my head, bugs in my bed Pants so old that they shine Out on the street, tell the people I meet Won'ch buy me a bottle of wine Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine When you gonna let me get sober Leave me along, let me go home I wann'a go back and start over Teacher must teach, and the preacher must preach Miner must dig in the mine I ride the rods, trusting in God And hugging my bottle of wine Bottle of wine, fruit of the vine When you gonna let me get sober Leave me along, let me go home I wann'a go back and start over |
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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. So here's to you my Rambling Boy, May all your rambling bring you joy. |
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"It's a long and a dusty road, it's a hot and a heavy load,
And the folks I meet ain't always kind. Some are bad, some are good, some have done the best they could, Some have tried to ease my troubled mind. And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, I can't help but wonder where I'm bound. Well, I've been around this land, just a-doin' the best I can, Tryin' to find what I was meant to do, And the faces that I see look as worried as can be, And it looks like they are a-wonderin' too. And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, I can't help but wonder where I'm bound. Well, I had a little girl one time, she had lips like sherry wine And she loved me till my head went plumb insane. But I was too blind to see she was drifting away from me, And my good gal went off on a morning train. And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, I can't help but wonder where I'm bound. I had a buddy way back home, but he started out to roam, And I hear he's out by Frisco bay. And sometimes when I've had a few, his old voice comes singin' through, And I'm goin' out to see him some old day. And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, I can't help but wonder where I'm bound.. If you see me passin' by and you sit and wonder why, And you wish that you were a rambler too, Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace 'em up and bar the door, And thank the stars for the roof that's over you. And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, I can't help but wonder where I'm bound." |
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DAILY NEWS
(Tom Paxton) Civil rights leaders are a pain in the neck Can't hold a candle to Chang Kai Shek How do I know? I read it in the Daily News Ban the bombers are afraid of a fight Peace hurts business and that ain't right How do I know? I read it in the Daily News Daily News, daily blues Pick up a copy any time you choose Seven little pennies in the newsboy's hand And you ride right along to never, never land We got to bomb Castro, got to bomb him flat He's too damn successful and we can't risk that How do I know? I read it in the Daily News There's millions of commies in the freedom fight Yelling for Lenin and civil rights How do I know? I read it in the Daily News Seems like the whole damn world's gone wrong Saint Joe McCarthy is dead and gone How do I know? I read it in the Daily News Don't try to make me change my mind with facts To hell with the graduated income tax How do I know? I read it in the Daily News John Paul Getty is just plain folks The UN charter is a cruel hoax How do I know? I read it in the Daily News J. Edgar Hoover is the man of the hour All he needs is just a little more power How do I know? I read it in the Daily News Copyright Cherry Lane Music Publishing Co., Inc. filename( DAILYNEW play.exe DAILYNEW DC ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY=== |
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