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
Now the railroad trains are calling me away
Well I may be rough I may be wild I may be tough and out of style
But I can't give up my good old rough and rowdy ways
[ dobro - ac.guitar ]
Now sometimes when 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 had a wink
But somehow I can't forget...