My mother raised three grown sons, Buster, Bill, and I Buster was the black sheep of our little family Mother tried to break him of his rough and rowdy ways Finally had to get the judge to give him ninety days
And didn't he ramble, ramble He rambled all around, in and out the town And didn't he ramble, ramble He rambled till the butchers cut him down
He rambled in a gambling game, he gambled on the green The gamblers there showed him a trick that he had never seen He lost his roll and jewelry, he like to lost his life He lost the car that carried him there and somebody stole his wife
He rambled in a swell hotel, his appetite was stout And when he refused to pay the bill, the landlord kicked him out He reached a brick to smack him with and when he went to stop The landlord kicked him over the fence right in a barrel of slop
And didn't he ramble, ramble He rambled all around, in and out the town And didn't he ramble, ramble He rambled till the butchers cut him down