My Rough and Rowdy Ways

Them old freight trains keep calling me always
We go down to the poolroom
May act tough but it's just my style
But then one day I thought I'd settle down
It's broad daylight and I ain't had a wink
I can't forget my good old rambling days

We build a cottage in the old hometown
'Cause I can't forget my good old rough and rowdy ways
I can't forget my good old rambling days
May act tough but it's just my style
I met a sweet little lady
Who knew me when I was a rounder
May be rough, may be wild

Sometimes when I meet a bounder
Get in the gang and then soon

Them old freight trains keep calling me always
He grabs my hand and he'll say, "Boy, have a drink"
I may be rough, may be wild

And she told me that she'd be my baby