New Orleans Stomp-Louis Armstrong/Ella Fitzgerald

Didn't he ramble... he rambled Rambled all around... in and out of town Didn't he ramble... didn't he ramble He rambled till the butcher cut him down His feet was in the market place.his head was in the street Lady pass him by, said.look at the market meat He grabbed her pocket book.and said I wish you well She pulled out a forty-five.said I'm head of personnel 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 (instrumental break) 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