Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man,
Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can.
And when it’s time for leavin’,
I hope you’ll understand,
That I was born a ramblin’ man.
Well my father was a gambler down in georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
Rollin’ down highway 41.
I’m on my way to new orleans this mornin’,
Leaving out of nashville, tennessee,
They’re always having a good time down on the bayou,
Lord, them delta women think the world of me.
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Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man…