For years and years I've rambled
Drank my wine and gambled
But one day
I thought I would 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 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
That's just my style
But I can't give up
My good old rough and rowdy ways
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
That's just my style
But I can't give up
My good old rough and rowdy ways
Lord, I can't give up
My good old rough and rowdy ways