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.