Rambling Boy - Charlie Haden, Vince Gill

I was raised but a rambling boy

Too many a city I did enjoy

And there I married me a pretty little wife

And I loved her dearer than I love my life

She was pretty both neat and gay

She caused me rob the road highway

I robbed it yes I do declare

I made myself ten thousand there

Plenty dry goods for to carry me through

My pistol swore like money too

My forty four she never failed

My true love come for to go my bale

My mother said she has no home

My sister said she’s all alone

My wife she’s left with sad despair

With a broken heart and a baby there

Now when I die don’t bury me at all

Just place me away in alcohol

My forty four lay by my feet

Please tell them I am just asleep