My Rough And Rowdy Ways

Hank Snow

For years and years I've 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 hometown

But somehow I can't forget

My good old rambling days

Now the railroad trains are calling me away

Well I may be rough

I may be wild

I may be tough and out of style

But I can't give up

My good old rough and rowdy ways



Now sometimes when 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 had a wink

But somehow I can't forget...