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| spitfire421 | posted on 04-06-2001 @ 9:25 AM |    | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00  | Here's a two (TWO!)-fer... Leaves are falling all around, It's time I was on my way. Thanks to you I'm much obliged, For such a pleasant stay. But now it's time for me to go, The autumn moon lights my way. For now I smell the rain, And with it pain, And it's headed my way. Sometimes I grow so tired, But I know I've got one thing I got to do, Ramble on, And now's the time the time is now. To sing my song, I'm going around the world, I got to find my girl. On my way, I've been this way ten years to the day. Ramble on, Gotta find the queen of all my dreams. Got no time to for spreading roots, The time has come to be gone. And though our health we drank a thousand times, It's time to ramble on. Ramble on, And now's the time the time is now. To sing my song, I'm going around the world, I got to find my girl. On my way, I've been this way ten years to the day. Ramble on, Gotta find the queen of all my dreams. I ain't telling no lie. Mine's a tale that can't be told, My freedom I hold dear. How years ago in days of old, When magic filled the air. It was in the darkest depths of Mordor, I met a girl so fair. But Gollum and the evil one crept up, And slipped away with her. Ain't nothing I can do no, I guess I'll keep on rambling. I'm gonna shake. Gonna ramble on, sing my song. Gonna work my way around the world. I can't stop this feeling in my heart, Gotta keep searching for my baby Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand, That I was born a ramblin' man. Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia, He wound up on the wrong end of a gun. And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus Rollin' down highway 41. Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand, That I was born a ramblin' man. I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin', Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee, They're always having a good time down on the bayou, Lord, them Delta women think the world of me. Lord, I was born a ramblin' man...  < | ||||
| Rommel | posted on 04-06-2001 @ 10:20 AM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Oct. 00 | GOOD MORNING SPITTER ! (that old baseball gag :) ) Zeppelin -always the great, safe choice.... <<< <----member of the SF421 "less than symbol" club :)  Jeder oder Keiner, Alles oder Nichts | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 04-06-2001 @ 10:23 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | LMAO, Rommel Hey, I wasn't looking for a "safe" choice...I was jammin' out to Train's cover of it this morning and it's stuck in my head :) < | ||||
King Shit *board owner* | posted on 04-06-2001 @ 11:28 AM | | |||
| O&A Board Veteran Registered: Feb. 01 | Along the same lines... Truckin' got my chips cashed in. Keep truckin', like the do-dah man Together, more or less in line, just keep truckin' on. Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street. Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street. Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings. Dallas, got a soft machine; Houston, too close to New Orleans; New York's got the ways and means; but just won't let you be, oh no. Most of the cast that you meet on the streets speak of true love, Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home. One of these days they know they better get goin' Out of the door and down on the streets all alone. Truckin', like the do-dah man. Once told me "You've got to play your hand" Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime, if you don't lay'em down, Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been. What in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine, All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame?" Truckin', up to Buffalo. Been thinkin', you got to mellow slow Takes time, you pick a place to go, and just keep truckin' on. Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window. Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel, But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in. Busted, down on Bourbon Street, Set up, like a bowlin' pin. Knocked down, it get's to wearin' thin. They just won't let you be, oh no. You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel; Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down. I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin', Get out of the door and light out and look all around. Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me; Other times I can barely see. Lately it occurres to me What a long, strange trip it's been. Truckin', I'm a goin' home. Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong, Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on. Hey now get back truckin' home.  ~Matt/Froy from Jersey Official Protector of Gay Marco & SwampJunk...if he ever decides to post. | ||||
| atomic punk | posted on 04-06-2001 @ 1:36 PM | | |||
| Psychopath Registered: Jan. 01 | Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler? Ev'rybody got to go Did you heard about the Midnight Rambler, the one that shut the kitchen door? He don't give a hoot of warning wrapped up in a black cat cloak He don't go in the light of the morning He's split, the time the cook'rel crows Talkin' 'bout the Midnight Rambler, the one you never seen before Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler Did you see him jump the garden wall? Sighin' down the wind softly Listen and you hear him moan Talkin' 'bout the midnight gambler Ev'rybody got to go Did you hear about the midnight gambler? Well, honey, it's no rock'n'roll show Talkin' 'bout the Midnight Rambler, the one you never seen before Oh, don't do that Oh, don't do that Oh, don't do that Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler? He'll leave his footprints up and down your hall Did you hear about the Midnight Rambler? Did you see me make my midnight call And if you catch the Midnight Rambler I'll steal your mistress from under your nose Well, go easy with your cold fandango I'll stick my knife right down your throat Baby, and it hurts!  | ||||
| NJDude | posted on 04-06-2001 @ 1:37 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jun. 00 | 2 TWO!! great songs from two great bands Spitfire :) E-Mail Me Sebastian Bach | ||||
| spitfire421 | posted on 04-06-2001 @ 1:42 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Dec. 00 | Here's another close one: As sure as the sun rises in the east Another gunman will come seeking my defeat Will he be as fast as me, are his nerves quiet and still Will he fall like all the rest Ending his days upon boothill I´m an outcast riding into town alone I got wanderlust branded deeper than the bone I´m an outcast riding into town alone I got a lust for wandering branded deeper than the bone As I ride into the sunset to take another town Thank you for the invite, but i just can´t settle down The dust that coats my hat is from a dozen towns Dust from shooting down another dozen clowns I´m an outcast riding into town alone I got wanderlust branded deeper than the bone I´m an outcast riding into town alone I got a lust for wandering branded deeper than the bone A drum beats for me, it´s louder every day The cadence tells me thatsoon I´ll meet my judgement day Life´s an endless showdown Never knowing when they´ll come I sleep with one eye open lying with my smoking gun The game I play has caused a lot of grief They were dying for fame, so I obliged them some relief I´m an outcast riding into town alone I got wanderlust branded deeper than the bone I´m an outcast with lightning in my hand I got wanderlust lost in no man´s land I got a lust for wandering lost in no man´s land I got wanderlust < | ||||
| Rog2K | posted on 04-06-2001 @ 2:09 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Jan. 01 | Keeping the theme of great bands with ramble songs, how about the Dead's Just like Jack the Ripper Just like Mojo Hand Just like Billy Sunday In a shotgun ragtime band Just like New York City, Just like Jericho Pace the halls and climb the walls Get out when they blow (Chorus) Did you say your name was Ramblin' Rose? Ramble on, baby Settle down easy Ramble on, Rose Just like Jack and Jill Mama told the sailor One heat up and one cool down Leave nothin' for the tailor Just like Jack and Jill My Papa told the jailer One go up and one come down Do yourself a favor (Chorus) (Bridge) I'm gonna sing you a hundred verses in ragtime I know this song it ain't never gonna end I'm gonna march you up and down the local county line Take you to the leader of the band Just like Crazy Otto Just like Wolfman Jack Sittin' plush with a royal flush Aces back to back Just like Mary Shelley Just like Frankenstein Clank your chains and count your change Try to walk the line (Repeat chorus and bridge) Goodbye, Mama and Papa Goodbye, Jack and Jill The grass ain't greener, the wine ain't sweeter either side of the hill. Did you say your name was Ramblin' Rose? Ramble on, baby Settle down easy Ramble on, Rose  "The ass-f's need to be crushed."-Buttmunch | ||||
| Mi1o Yambag | posted on 04-06-2001 @ 3:16 PM | | |||
| O&A Board Regular Registered: Oct. 00 |  Ramble Tamble Move, Down the road I go. There's mud in the water, Roach in the cellar, Bugs in the sugar, Mortgage on the home, Mortgage on the home. There's garbage on the sidewalk, Highways in the back yard, Police on the corner, Mortgage on the car, Mortgage on the car. CHORUS They're selling independence, Actors in the White House, Acid in digestion, Mortgage on my life, Mortgage on my life. CHORUS Ramble tamble tamble Ramble tamble tamble Ramble tamble tamble  Smoke Weed Everyday | ||||
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