Sad On The Way To The Grave, Party Like It's 1919 On The Way Home

Didn't he ramble...I said he rambled
Rambled all around...in and out of town 
Didn't he ramble...oh didn't he ramble 
He rambled till the butcher shot him down


He slipped into the cat house..made love to the stable
Madam caught him cold..said I'll pay you when I be able
Six months had passed ..and she stood all she could stand
She said buddy when I'm through with you
Ole groundhog gonna be shakin yo' hand


And didn't he ramble...he rambled
Rambled all around...in and out of town 
Oh didn't he ramble......he rambled 
You know he rambled...till the butcher...cut him down


I said he rambled..lord...'till the butcher shot him down 
J. Rosamond Johnson