My Rough And Rowdy Ways - Gene Autry

For years and years I rambled

Drank my wine and gambled

But one day I thouhght I settle down

I met a fair young lady

She said, she’ll be my baby

We’ll build a cottage in the ol' home town

(Dee-yodel…)

But somehow I can’t forget my good old ramblin' days

The railroad trains are calling me away

I may be rough and I may be wild

I may be tough and counted bile

But I can’t give up my good ol' rough and rowdy ways

(Dee-yodel…)

Sometimes I meet a bounder

That knew me when I was a rounder

He grabed my hand and says: boy, have a drink

We go down to the pool room

Getting the game and then soon

The daylight come before I had a wink

(Dee-yodel…)

But somehow I can’t forget my good old ramblin' days

The railroad trains are calling me away

I may be rough and I may be wild

I may be tough and counted bile

But I can’t give up my good ol' rough and rowdy ways