Collected by Parler Fred Berry
In Folklore Class Yellville, Ark.
January 14, 1960
Reel 362, Item 8
Rambling Gambling Boy
"This song was sung to me by an old man named William
Raney, who lives about five miles south of Yellville, Ark."
Come all ye ramblin' gamblin' boys,
And take a gambler's chair,I've won the hat that's on your head,
Now I'm gambling for your hair.
I took off from Harrison Couple o' days ago,
Turnin' my face westward,
To Eureka I aimed to go.
They overtaken me at King's River,
And I could have killed a crowd,
Had I not heard those shackled chains A-clankin' clear and loud.
They took my guns away from me And told me to hush my jaw,
That I'd stay a while in the Berryville Jail,
Carroll County, Arkansas.
Now I have left just one thing out In stating of my case,
And that's the horse, the good old horse,
The horse that run the race.
I hope that he is well-cared-for,
His bed made of straw,
And I hope he live to a ripe old age In Carroll County, Arkansas.
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