By Jimmy Rankin
When I was a young man and free in my ways
I used to ramble most all of my days
I couldn’t settle no I wouldn’t stay
I would go roving
I would go roving
Deal me a dollar
Hand me a dime
If it’s to your liking then I’ll spend some time
We’ll tell some old stories
Laugh about mine
We’ll sing about roving
We’ll sing about roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
Oh the whiskey and the Captain can make your blood flow
And when I am weary I’ll take a jug of Fine Old
My mind will wander where my legs cannot go
I’ll think about roving
I’ll think about roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
No more I’ll go roving
