Red Ransom (Bob Coltman) Red Ransom, old red rover It'll be over before long I knowed you when you was a rover But now your roving days are done And walk, Old Ransom, walk around Walk down the middle of the best street in town And a woman, old woman, come along and stare old Ransom down She walk like a lady grand Don't steal my money, don't touch my hand Just you keep your distance, you dirty old derelict man And mama and papa walk along They grab their little boy when they see Ransom And they say, stay away from people that don't belong And down on the playground to play Old Ransom sad, watching little children all day They call on the phone, Cop, make the old man go away I've heard old Ransom claim That he once was the hero of a baseball game Crossed the ocean and won himself a boyhood fame He had him money to spare A house and a car and a lady fair And a new suit of clothes that made all the ladies stare But now old Ransom's poor And he ain't got his house or his lady no more And the years have shut down on him like a cellar door He's old and dirty and sad He's lost everything that he ever has had And they set the dogs on him 'cause they think he might do something bad Copyright Bob Coltman SOF
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