كلمات 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