William P. Rambler

I don't need no preacher man

To point towards them golden gates

Cause whenever you come calling

I tell St. Peter to wait

I don't need no jury

To teach me wrong and right

Everything just comes natural

When you're standing by my side

I don't need no whiskey bottle

To get me feeling high

Your kiss is enough now darling

To send me to the sky

I'll pack up all my old ways

And cart them out the door

And leave them for the trash man

I wont be needing them anymore

Ain't no more highways calling

Ain't no more rambling songs

My neon lights have burned out

And my barroom ladies are gone

I retire as street fighting champion

Thirty-five and 0

The death of William P. Rambler

Is one thing you can write in stone

So good-bye roving Tom Clemet

We've left miles of road behind

I still think about that night in Brownsville

Man we're lucky to be alive

And good-bye Reggie Stewart

Buddy there ain't no doubt

You and I were like Doc and Wyatt

We could of licked the devil himself

And so-long Mary Patterson

I'll miss you most I know

With your eyes like two endless ocean's

And your hair like strand's of gold

So-long Johnnie Walker

Fair thee well Jim Beam

My mama always warned me about you boys

But you've always been good to me