| INTRO:
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| Teacher used to warn him, long, long time ago
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| Son, you’re playin a losing game and your you’re gonna lose again
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| When you play, you’ve got to pay, and you’ve got to pay some day
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| And when you do, the groundhogs gonna be shakin' your hand …
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| VERSE:
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| Didn’t he ramble, didn’t he ramble
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| Rambled all around, in and out of town
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| Didn’t he ramble, didn’t he ramble
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| He rambled till the butcher cut him down
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| A SECTION:
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| His feet was in the market, his head was in the street
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| Lady pass him by, said «look at the market meat»
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| He grabbed her pocket book and said I wish you well
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| She pulled out a 32 and said, «I'll see you first in hell!»
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| VERSE:
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| Didn’t he ramble, didn’t he ramble
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| Rambled all around, in and out of town
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| Didn’t he ramble, didn’t he ramble
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| He rambled till the butcher cut him down
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| A SECTION:
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| He slipped into the cat house, made love to the stable
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| Madam caught him cold, said «I'll pay you when I be able»
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| Six months had passed and she stood all she could stand
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| She said when I’m through with you, «the groundhog gonna shake your hand»
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| VERSE:
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| And he rambled, didn’t he ramble
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| Rambled all around, in and out of town
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| Didn’t he ramble, didn’t he ramble
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| He rambled till the butcher cut him down |