Yodel -ay, yodel -ay,
yodel -ay
For years and years I rambled
I drank my wines and I 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
The old L .A., L .A., L .A.
But somehow I can't forget
My good old Brambley days
The railroad trains are calling me always
I may be rough, I may be wild
I may be tough and counted vile
But I can't give up my rough
and rowdy ways
Ole, ole, ole
Deodorate, deodorate,
deodorate
Sometimes I meet a bounder,
who knew me when I was a rounder
He grabs my hand and says,
boy have a drink
We go down to the pool room,
get in the gang and ensue
The daylight comes before
I've had a wink
But somehow I can't forget
my good old rambling days
The railroad trains are calling me always
I may be rough, I may be wild
I may be tough and car nival
But I can't give up my rough and rowdy
I can't give up my rough and rowdy
I can't give up my rough
and rowdy ways
The ole ole ole ole you