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 forget my good old rambling ways

The railroad trains are calling me away

I may be tough I may be wild I may be rough and it's jut my style

I can't give up my good old rough and rowdy ways

[ dobro ]

But somehow I can't forget...