| There’s still ramblin' in the rambler let him go
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| You’ll never tame him darling and you know
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| He’ll break your heart in two
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| And after that he still ain’t through
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| There’s still ramblin' in the rambler let him go
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| Up till dawn and drinking every night
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| Bailin' him out in the morning after another bar room fight
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| Cook for him a supper he will never see
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| Briefcase-totin' boy you know he’ll never be
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| Wonderin' if the car is wrecked, if he’s dead or not
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| He’ll meet you at the ballet after just one more Jaegermeister shot
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| That five hundred bucks you loaned him that you will never see
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| Briefcase-totin' boy you know he’ll never be
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| Finding him in the morning passed out on the kitchen floor
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| He explains that’s where he fell down when he came in the door
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| After all of this my darling ain’t it plain to see
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| That old whisky drinking, bluegrass listening, Carhartt wearing,
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| all night roaming rambler he’ll always be |