He was a friend and a pal always
He stuck with me in the hard old days
He never cared if I had no dough
We rambled round though the rain and snow
In Tulsa town we chanced to stray
We thought we’d try for work one day
The boss said he had room for one
Said my old pal we’d rather bum
Here’s to you my ramblin’ by
May all your ramblin’ bring you joy
Here’s to you my ramblin’ by
May all your ramblin’ bring you joy
Late one in a jungle camp
The weather it was cold and damp
He got a chills and he got ’em bad
They took the only pal I had
He’s left me here to ramble on
My rambling pal he’s dead and gone
If when we die we go somewhere
I’ll be you a dollar he’s ramblin’ there