Testi:
Harry Connick Jr 25

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Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble He rambled all around, in and out of town Didn't he ramble, didn't he ramble He rambled till the butcher cut him down

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I look at them shuffle and the shuffle come down Ramblin' and scramblin' and a-headin' for town Hoppin' and boppin' and a-buzzin' around Happily awaitin

Do you hear that whistle down the line? I figure that it's engine number forty-nine She's the only one that'll sound that way On the Atchison, Topeka

And now the purple dusk of twilight time Steals across the meadow of my heart High up in the sky the little stars climb Always reminding me that we're

Somewhere, someday We'll be close together, wait and see Oh, by the way, this time the dream's on me You'll take my hand And you'll look at me adoringly

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: Oh, step aside, y'all ornery tenderfeet Cause I'm about to sing my song I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande But my legs ain't bowed, and my cheeks