My Rough And Rowdy Ways

For years and years I've rambled

I drank my wine and gambled

But then one day I thought I'd settle down

I met a sweet little lady

And she told me that she'd be my baby

We build a cottage in the old hometown

I can't forget my good old rambling days

Them old freight trains keep calling me always

I may be rough, may be wild

May act tough but it's just my style

'Cause I can't forget my good old rough and rowdy ways

Sometimes when I meet a bounder

Who knew me when I was a rounder

He grabs my hand and he'll say, "Boy, have a drink"

We go down to the poolroom

Get in the gang and then soon

It's broad daylight and I ain't had a wink

I can't forget my good old rambling days

Them old freight trains keep calling me always

May be rough, may be wild

May act tough but it's just my style

'Cause I can't forget my good old rough and rowdy ways