MY ROUGH AND ROWDY WAYS   (Jimmie Rodgers)   « © '29 Peer International »      For years and years I've rambled drank my wines and gambled   But one day I thought I'd settle down   I 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 days   The railroad trains are calling me away   I may be rough I may be wild I may be tough and countrified   But I can't give up my good old rough and rowdy ways   Sometimes I meet a bounder who knew me when I was a rounder   He grabs my hand and says boy have a drink   We'd go down to the poolroom get in the gang and then soon   The daylight comes before I'd had a wink   But somehow I can't forget...