Just a-Ramblin' Lyrics

He's drunk on the corner

Of Bourbon Street

As the parade passes by

The minstrel boy

He plays and sings

Makin' nickels and dimes

The folks they wonder

What it is that makes him tick

He's got so much talent

He could be playin' clubs

And theaters and such

But he's just a-rambling'

He's just a-ramblin'

If you see him

Drop a dollar in the hat

If you think he needs it

Give him high regards

From the people who came before him

And lift him up

He wandered through a desert

Of far off places

Thankful to everyone you could ever meet

Heart full of laughter and good cheer

Despite pan-handlin'

Guess you could say he's just a-ramblin'

Now he's drunk on the corner

Of Bourbon street

With a piano in his hand

The handlers and the jugglers

All raise their hands and say,

"He's just a-ramblin'"

If you see him

Drop a dollar on the hat

If you think he needs it

Give him high regards

From the people who came before him

And lift him up

He's sitting on the corner

Of Bourbon Street