My Rough and Rowdy Ways

For years and years I rambled
Drank my wines 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 home town

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 counted vile
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 go down to the poolroom
Get in the game and then soon
The daylight comes before I've 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 counted vile
But I can't give up my good old rough and rowdy ways