For years and years I’ve rambled, drank my wine 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
The railroad trains are calling me always
I may be rough, I may be wild, I may be tough and countrified
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’d go down to the poolroom, get in the gang and then soon
The daylight comes before I’d 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 countrified
But I can’t give up my good old rough and rowdy ways