Lyrics:

{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