Doc Watson - Rough and rowdy ways

F^Cor years and years I ramble^C7d, ^Fdrank my wines and ^Cgambled But th^Fen one day, I ^Gthought I'd settle do^Cwn I m^Cet a sweet little lad^C7y, s^Fhe told me that she'd be my ^Cbaby ^D7We built a cottage in the ol' home^G7town ^{C G C C} (*yodel at same time)

But ^Csomehow I can't forget, my ^Ggood old rambling ^Cdays Them ^D7railroad trains are calling me al^G7ways I ^Cmay be rough, I^C7 may be wild, I ^Fmay act tough and but it's just my style But I ^Ccan't give up, my ^Ggood ol' rough and rowdy ^Cways ^{C G C C} (*yodel at same time)

So^Cmetimes I meet a bound^C7er, who ^Fknew me when I was a ^Crounder He'll ^Fgrab my hand and say ^Gboy have a ^Cdrink We ^Cgo down to the poolroo^C7m, ^Fget in the gang and then ^Csoon It's ^D7broad daylight comes before I'll had a ^Gwink ^{C G C C} (*yodel at same time)

But ^Csomehow I can't forget, my ^Ggood old rambling ^Cdays Them ^D7railroad trains are calling me al^G7ways I ^Cmay be rough, I^C7 may be wild, I ^Fmay act tough, but it's just my style But I ^Ccan't give up, my ^Ggood ol' rough and rowdy ^Cways ^{C G C C} (*yodel at same time)