My Rough And Rowdy Ways

For years and years I've 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 hometown But somehow I can't forget my good old rambling days The railroad trains are calling me away 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...