My Rough and Rowdy Ways - Anna Nalick

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