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.
The old lady, hey, the lady,
oh, the lady, hey, the lady.
But somehow I can't forget
my good old rambling days.
The railroad trains are calling me always
I may be rough and I may be wild
I may be tough and counted vile
But I can't give up my good old rough and rowdy
ways
Sometimes I meet a bounder
That knew me when I was around us.
He grabs my hand and says,
boy have a drink.
We go down to the poor room,
get in the game
and then soon,
the daylight comes before I've had a wink.
Dear lady, hey lady, oh lady, happy lady
But somehow I can't forget
my good old rambling days
The railroad trains are calling me always
I may be rough and I may be wild
I may be tough and cowardly,
but I can't give up my good old
rough and rowdy ways.
Deodele -dee,
deodele -dee,
deodele -dee,
deodele
deodele -dee,
deodele -dee,
deodele -dee,
deodele -dee.