Track byLouis Armstrong
Didn't he ramble; he rambled Rambled all around in and out of town Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble He rambled till the butcher cut him down His feet was in the market place, his head was in the street Lady pass him by, said look at the market meat He grabbed her pocket book and said I wish you well She pulled out a forty-five, said I'm head of personnel Didn't he ramble; I said he rambled Rambled all around in and out of town Didn't he ramble, oh, didn't he ramble He rambled till the butcher shot him down He slipped into the cat house, nmade love to the stable Madam caught him cold, said I'll pay you when I be able Six months had passed and she stood all she could stand She said, buddy, when I'm through with you Old groundhog gonna be shakin' yo' hand And didn't he ramble; he rambled Rambled all around in and out of town Oh, didn't he ramble; he rambled You know he rambled till the butcher cut him down I said he rambled, Lord, till the butcher shot him down