Rich And Rambling Boy

I'm a rich but a rambling boy
Too many a city I did enjoy
And now I married me a pretty little wife
I loved her dearer than I loved 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

My mother said she's all alone
My sister said she has no home
My wife she's left in sad despair
With a broken heart and a baby there

And when I die, don't bury me at all
Just place me away in alcohol
My forty-four lay by my feet
Tell everyone I am just asleep

I'm a rich but a rambling boy
Too many a city I did enjoy
And now I married me a pretty little wife
I loved her dearer than I loved my life

Words and Music: A.P. Carter
(as it appears on the album Folkland Songs)

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