Roving Woman Lyrics

People say a roving woman
Is likely not to be better than she ought to be;
So, when I stray away from where I've got to be,
Someone always takes me home.

A lady never should habituate saloons,
And that is where I find myself on many afternoons.
But just as I begin to blow away the foam,
Someone tips his hat to me and takes me home.

People say a roving woman
Is likely not to be better than she ought to be;
So, when I stray away from where I've got to be,
Someone always takes me home.

Now, poker is a game a lady shouldn't play,
And every floatin' poker game just seems to float my way.
But long before I've lost a thing besides my comb,
Someone tips his hand to me and takes me home.

Don't see why they always do it -
Can't be vanity; must be sheer humanity -
When some kind soul remarks with great urbanity:
'Lady, let me take you home.'

Of course, there's bound to be some little aftermath
That makes a pleasant ending for the straight and narrow path.
And as I go to sleep, I cannot help but think
How glad I am that I was saved from cards and drink.

People say a roving woman
Is likely not to be better than she ought to be;
So, when I stray, there's positively got to be
Someone there to take me home.