My Rough And Rowdy Ways

(album: Ballads From Deep Gap - 1967)

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 built a cottage in the old home town

I can't forget my good ol' rambling days
Them ol' freight trains
Keep calling me always
I may be rough, may be wild
My act tough, but it's just my style
'Cause I can't forget
My good ol' rough and rowdy ways

Sometimes I meet a bounder
Who knew me when I was a rounder
He grabbed my hand, he'll say
"Boy, have a drink"
We go down to the poolroom
Get in the game and then soon
It's broad daylight and I ain't had a wink

I can't forget my good ol' rambling days
Them ol' 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 ol' rough and rowdy ways