[Verse 1]
My mother raised three grown sons
Buster, Bill, and me
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 someone stole his wife
My mother raised three grown sons
Buster, Bill, and me
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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 someone stole his wife
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