My Rambling Man
Is a Gambling Man
By Carol Garrett

My Rambling man, is a gambling man
He says he's rambling home
but home is gone
His mama's dying
His sister's crying
don't come this way
If you cannot pay
You been rambling much to long

He put life on hold
Trying to get the gold
I kept telling him life wouldn't wait
But if you are living a dream
You always seem
To see life in an altered state
His baby boy is grown
His life is gone
Hope he wakes up before it's too late

His son said Dad let's play catch
The ball I'll fetch
On my bed? No, there by the door
Dad, I'll meet ya out back
Dad went to the track
The boy never saw him no more

Priorities way out of line
He's gotta make that post time
Horse 10-1 a sure win
Hey get out of my stash
Man get your own cash
To steal is truly a sin

He sent two wives to their grave
Lord knows they gave
I 'm not gonna be number three
I'm walking out that door
Can't take anymore
Reality's waiting for me

My Ramblin man
Was a Gambling man
He say he's rambling home
But home is gone
His mama's dying
His Sister's crying
Don't come this way
If you cannot pay
You've been rambling much too long

Please read Carol Garrett's article,
Work At Home Approach Isn't such a new Idea