For years and years i’ve rambled
I drank my wine and gambled
But one day i thought i would settle down
I have met a perfect lady
She said she’d be my baby
We built a cottage in the old hometown
But somehow i can’t give up My good old rambling ways
Lord, the railroad trains are calling me away
I may be rough, i may be wild
I may be tough and that’s just my style
I can’t give up my good old rough and rowdy ways
I may be rough, i may be wild
I may be tough and that’s just my style
I can’t give up my good old rough and rowdy ways
blues boy