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 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