Come All You Lonesome Ramblers
Come all you lonesome ramblers
And gather around me now
I once I once went rambling
I rambled with a rambling man
I once had pretty fine clothes to wear
And a horse to ride
But now I've got no money
And no fine clothes to wear
I once had plenty of money
And friends standing all around
But now my pocket book is empty
Not a friend on earth to be found.
My papa taught me plenty
My mama taught me more
Said if I didn't quit my rowdy ways
There'd be trouble knocking at my door
I sit here lonesome jailhouse
Forty dollars won't pay my fine
Corn whiskey has done ruined my body
Pretty women are troublin' my mind
Now it's listen to the blue birds singing
Can't you hear that mournful sound
They're preachin' this rambler's funeral
In that lonesome graveyard ground
Go and dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold cold ground
Dig a hole dig a hole in the meadow
And watch this poor rambler go down
Writer/s: Hannah Shira Naiman
