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