Ramblin’ Joe, Ramblin’ Joe

(sung to the tune of Ramblin’ Rose)

Ramblin’ Joe Ramblin’ Joe

when you ramble

no one knows,

what you’re saying’

or what you’re meanin’

it’s so bad that

it blows

Ramblin’ Joe, Ramblin Joe

how you got there,

we all know.

Rigged election,

to perfection,

now they tell us,

case is closed.

Ramblin’ Joe, Ramblin’ Joe

what a circus, what a show,

backroom dealings,

rat finks squealing,

truth is always

first to go.

Ramblin’ Joe, Ramblin’ Joe

will you make it

or will you go?

Go out early,

through gates pearly

leave behind a

horror show

Ramble on, ramble on

when your ramblin’ days are done

we will see you

in the rear view

on your way to

the old folks home.