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I've been known to ramble 'round
I guess it's my design
From Bozeman down to Austin town
You'll find friends of mine
And when I was a little lad
I had the urge to roam
Bare-footed through the bluegrass fields
Is where my seeds were sown

Oh, Cora dear, Cora dear
Don't leave me out to dry
Tell me I can come back home
Don't leave me on the line

And once I had a sweet, sweet love
An Ozark rose of mine
I saved up for a diamond ring
To ask her to be my wife
But before I could take her hand
She told me not to so
Her little heart couldn't stand
If I had to go

Oh, Cora dear, Cora dear
Don't leave me out to dry
Tell me I can come back home
Don't leave me on the line (Oh)

All you ramblin' boys of pleasure
Won't you listen to my song
If you ever find a sweetheart dear
Don't you ramble for too long

Oh, now Cora dear, Cora dear
Don't leave me out to dry
Tell me I can come back home
Don't leave me on the line
Oh, Cora dear, Cora dear
Don't leave me out to dry
Tell me I can come back home
Don't you leave me on the line