He Rambled

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