For years and years I rambled, drank my wine and gambled, but then one day I thought I'd
settle down.
I met a sweet little lady, and she said she'd be my baby, and we built a cottage in the
old hometown.
I can't forget my good old rambling days, them old freight trains keep callin' me always.
I may be rough, I may be wild, I may be tough and kinda defiled, but I can't give up my
good old rough and rowdy way.
Sometimes I'll meet a bounder, who knew me when I was a rounder, he'll *** my hand and
say, boy, have a drink.
We'll go down to the pool room, get in a game and then soon it's broad daylight and I've
not had a wink.
I don't feel like goin' to work either.
But I can't forget my good old rambling days, them old freight trains keep callin' me always.
I may be rough, I may be wild, I may be tough and kinda defiled, but I can't give up my
good old rough and rowdy way.