My Rough and Rowdy Ways

For years and years I've rambled, drank my wine and gambled

But one day I thought I'd settle down

I met a perfect lady, she said she'd be my baby

We built a cottage in the old hometown

But somehow I can't forget my good old rambling days

The railroad trains are calling me always

I may be rough, I may be wild, I may be tough and countrified

But I can't give up my good old rough and rowdy ways

Sometimes I meet a bounder who knew me when I was a rounder

He grabs my hand and says, "Boy, have a drink"

We'd go down to the poolroom, get in the gang and then soon

The daylight comes before I'd had a wink

But somehow I can't forget my good old rambling days

The railroad trains are calling me always

I may be rough, I may be wild, I may be tough and countrified

But I can't give up my good old rough and rowdy ways