I Can't Give Up My Rough And Rowd'ish Ways - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
I Can't Give up My Rough and Rowd'ish "Ways. Copyright, 1896, by Spaulding & Gray. Words and Music by George Graham. 
My name Is 'Rastus Johnson, I'm known for miles around As the very toughest nigger that is in this town; I raise all kind of trouble at a picnic or a ball, I make all de coons stand back, for I can skeer dem all, When I gets arrested, one policeman can't take me, To get me to the station-house, It takes some two or three, And when dey puts me in der jail, why I don't feel so sore, For jail is just like home to me, for I've been dere before. 
Chorus. I can't give up my rough and rowd'ish ways: I suppose I'll be der same all of my days; And wherever I does go, de people dey all know I can't give up my rough and rowd'ish ways. 
I went to a camp meeting, it was the other night, And I only went dere just to raise a light, De preacher he was preaching us hard as he could preach, When I took out my razor, and cut ev'ry coon in reach: De brothers and de sisters, dey all hollered long and loud, When I sailed right in again and cleaned out de whole crowd: De preacher says, "Now. Johnson, why did you behave dat way," I only looked up at him, and dese words to him did say:- Chorus.