For years and years I've rambled
I drank my wine and gambled
But one day I thought I would settle down
I have 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 and that's just my style
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 and that's just my style
I can't give up my good old rough and rowdy ways
[Incomprehensible] blues boy
