Collected by Bill Reynolds Sung by
For Mary C. Parler Mr. Fred Berry
Transcribed by Bill Reynolds Yellville, Ark.
January 13, 1960
Reel 335, Item 7
Ramblin' Gamblin' Boy
Come all you ramblin' gamblin' boys And take a gambler's chair I've won the hat that's on your head Now I'm gamblin' for your hair.
I took off from Harrison a couple of days ago Turning my face westward,
To Eureka I aimed to go.
They overtaken me to King's River And I could have killed the crowd If I had not heard those shackle chains Clankin clear and loud.
They took my guns away from me
And told me to hush my jaw
That I'd stay awhile in the Berryville jail
Carrol County, Arkansas
Now I have left just one thing out In stating up my case,
And that's the horse, the good old horse The horse that ran the race
I hope that he is well-cared for His bed made of straw
And I hope he lives to a ripe old age in Carrol County, Arkansas.
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