Lletres: Joan Baez. Speaking Of Dreams. Rambler Gambler.

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(Traditional)

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a long way from home
And if you don't like me
You can leave me alone

For it's dark and it's rainin'
And the moon gives no light
And my pony can't travel
This dark road at night

Oh, I once had me a true love
Her age was sixteen
She was the flower of Belton
And the rose of Saline

But her parents didn't like me
Now she's just the same
If I'm writ on your books, gal
Just blot out my name

I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler
I'm a rambler, I'm a gambler