My Rough & Rowdy Ways

For years and years I 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 built a cottage in the old hometown

I can't forget my good old rambling days
Them old freight trains keep calling me away
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 I meet a bounder
Who knew me when I was a rounder
He grabs my hand, he'll say, "Boy, have a drink"
We go down to the pool room
Get in a game 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 away
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