Paroles de Rambling Boy

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 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 dont bury me at all Just place me away in alcohol My forty four lay by my feet Please tell them I am just asleep