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