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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 we had to get a judge to give him ninety days.
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And didn't he ramble, ramble,
Well he rambled all around
In and out of town
Oh, didn't he ramble, ramble,
Well he rambled til those 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 gold and jewelry, he like to lost his life,
He lost the car that carried him there and somebody stole his wife.
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He rambled to a swell hotel, his appetite was stout.
When he refused to pay the bill, the landlord kicked him out.
He reached for a brick to smack him with and when he went to stop
The landlord kicked him over a fence and into a barrel of slop.
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