BROCKZEMAN: MUSIC

I've been a bartender for 6 years. This is about a fellow that used to come into the bar everynight for three of those years. Then one day he came in and had two drinks, slid his cigarettes across the bar, paid his bill and said "Been nice knowing ya, but I don't think you'll ever see me back in here again." And I didn't.

William P. Rambler

I don't need no preacher man
To point towards them golden gates
Cause whenever you come calling
I tell St. Peter to wait
I don't need no jury
To teach me wrong and right
Everything just comes natural
When you're standing by my side
I don't need no whiskey bottle
To get me feeling high
Your kiss is enough now darling
To send me to the sky
I'll pack up all my old ways
And cart them out the door
And leave them for the trash man
I wont be needing them anymore

(Chorus)
Ain‚t no more highways calling
Ain‚t no more rambling songs
My neon lights have burned out
And my barroom ladies are gone
I retire as street fighting champion
35-0
The death of William P. Rambler
Is one thing you can write in stone

So good-bye rovin' Tom Clemmit
We've left miles of road behind
I still think about that night in Brownsville
Man we're lucky to be alive
And good-bye Reggie Stewart
Buddy there ain‚t no doubt
You and I were like Doc and Wyatt
We could of licked the devil himself
And so-long Mary Patterson
I'll miss you most I know
With your eyes like two endless oceans
And your hair like strands of gold
So-long Johnnie Walker
Fair thee well Jim Beam
My mama always warned me about you boys
But you always been good to me.