ramblin’ rambo and his lovely lady friend.
Ramblin’ rose, ramblin’ rose
Why you ramble no one knows
Wild and wind blown, that’s how you’ve grown
Who can cling to a ramblin’ rose?
Ramble on, ramble on
When you’re ramblin’ days are gone
Who will love you with a love true
When you’re ramblin’ days are gone?
Ramblin’ rose, ramblin’ rose
Why you ramble no one knows
Wild and wind blown, that’s how you’ve grown
Who can cling to a ramblin’ rose?
-slim whitman