| Lyrics: | DIDN'T HE RAMBLE
(Will Handy)
Old Beebe had three full grown sons, Buster, Bill
and Bee,
And Buster was the black sheep of the Beebe family;
They tried their best to
break him of his rough and rowdy ways,
At last they had to get a judge to give him ninety
days.
Cho: Oh! didn't he ramble, ramble?
He rambled all around, in and out of
town,
Oh! didn't he ramble, ramble,
He rambled till the butchers cut him
down
This black sheep was a terror, oh! and such a ram was he,
That every "copper"
knew by heart his rambling pedigree
And when he took his ladder out to go and paint the
town,
They had to take their megaphones to call the rambler down.
He rambled in a
swell hotel, his appetite was stout,
When he refused to pay his bill the landlord kicked him
out.
He reached to strike him with a brick but when he went to stoop,
The landlord kicked
him in the pants and made him loop the loop.
He rambled in a gambling house, to gamble on
the green,
But there they showed the ram a trick that he had never seen.
He lost his roll
and jewelry and nearly lost his life,
He lost the car that took him home, and then he lost his
wife.
He rambled to an Irish wake on one St. Patrick's night,
They asked him what
he'd like to drink, they meant to treat him right.
But like the old Kilkenny cats, their backs
began to arch,
When he called for orange phosphate, on the seventeenth of March.
He
rambled to the races, to make a gallery bet,
He backed a horse named Hydrant, and Hydrant's
running yet.
He would have had to walk back home, his friends all from him hid
By luck he
met old George Sedam, it's a damn good thing he did.
He rambled through the tunnel once
on board a moving train,
Another train came rumbling in, and rammed him out again.
It
rammed him just a block, and then, they caught him on the fly
And with a ton of dynamite, they
rammed him to the sky.
@outlaw @talltale
from Folksingers Wordbook
same chorus
as Derby Ram
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