Lyrics:

For years and years, I rambled
I drank my wine and gambled
But then one day, I thought I'd settle down
I met a sweet little lady
And she told me that she'd be my baby
We built a cottage in the old hometown
(Yodel)

I can't forget my good ol' rambling days
Them old freight trains keep calling me always
I may be rough, I may be wild
I may act tough but it's just my style
Cause I can't forget my good old rough and rowdy ways
(Yodel)

Sometimes when I meet a bounder
Who knew me when I was a rounder
He grabbed my hand and he'll say, 'Boy, have a drink'
We go down to the poolroom, get in a game, and then soon
It's broad daylight and I ain't had a wink

(Yodel)

I can't forget my good ol' rambling days
Them old freight trains keep calling me always
I may be rough, I may be wild
I may act tough but it's just my style
Cause I can't forget my good old rough and rowdy ways
(Yodel)