{Refrain}

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man

Trying to make a living and doing the best I can

When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand

That I was born a rambling man



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

Rolling down highway forty-one



{Refrain}



I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning

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



{Refrain}




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