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For years and years I've rambled |
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I drank my wine and gambled |
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And then one day I thought I'd settle down |
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I met a sweet little lady |
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And she told me she'd be my baby |
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We bought a cottage on the old hometown |
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(Yodel) |
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I can't forget my rough and rowdy ways |
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Them old freight trains keep calling ma always |
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I may be rough, I may be wild, |
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I may act tough but it's just my style |
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Cause I can't forget my good old rough and rowdy ways |
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(Yodel) |
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Sometimes when I meet a rounder |
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Who knew me when I was a bounder |
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He grabs my hand and says "boy, have a drink!" |
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We go down to the poolroom, get in the gang and then soon |
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It's broad daylight and I ain't had a wink |
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(Yodel) |
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I can't forget my rough and rowdy ways |
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Them old freught trains keep calling me always |
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I may be rough, I may be wild, |
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I may act tough but it's just my style |
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'Cause I can't forget my good old rough and rowdy ways |
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(Yodel) |
