Anna Nalick 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
