G Em
Well, I'm just-a one of them ramblin' boys,
C D G
Ramblin' round and makin' noise
G Em
Sometimes lonely, sometimes blue,
C D G
Noone knows it better than you
Ramlin' round ramblin' twirl, Ramblin' down through the world Ramlin' down ramblin' twirl, Ramblin' down through the world
[long harp solo over sustained D/f# chord, then some rounds of the verse]
Intro, incl. basic G pattern:
C F C
I ain't got no home, I'm just a-ramblin' 'round,
C D G
A hard working ramblin' man, and I go from town to town.
C F
police make it hard wherever I may go
C G C
And I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
[C F C F C] I ain't got no home in this world anymore.
I was farmin' on the shares, always I was poor;
G /e /d /a-b G [etc.]
Oh, I've been havin' some hard travelin', I thought you knowed.
A D
I've been havin' some hard travelin', way down the road.
G C
I've been havin' some hard travelin', hard ramblin', hard gamblin'
D G
An' I've been havin' some hard travelin', Lawd.
Oh, I've been ridin' them blind passengers, I thought you knowed.
I've been ridin' in fast wheelers, way down the road.
G C
Well the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always tell.
D G
Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well.
G C
But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land.
D G
That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee Dam.
She come up the Canadian Rockies where the crystal waters glide,
Comes a-roaring down the canyon to meet that salty tide
C F C
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,
C F C
The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps.
F C
They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border
C F C Csus4 C
To take all their money to wade back again.
F C
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita,
G C
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.
F C
E E7
Dear Mrs Roosevelt, don't hang your head and cry.
A E
His mortal flesh*) is laid away, but his good work fills the sky.
G#m B E
This world was lucky to see him born.
[He's born in a money family on that Hudson's rocky shore.
Outrun every kid a-growin' up 'round Hyde Park just for fun.
This world was lucky to see him born.]
Now he went up to the grade school and he wrote back to his folks.
G D G
Take a trip with me in 1913
C D G
To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.
C G
I'll take you to a place called Italian Hall
G . . /e . . /d . . /b . /a G D G
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.
I'll take you indoor, and up a high stair.Intro:
