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

Now poker is a game a lady shouldn't play
And every floating 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