[chorus]

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.



Chorus



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.



Chorus



[repeat and fade]

Lord, i was born a ramblin' man...






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