Lyrics:

Some people say I'm a no 'count. Others say I'm no good. But I'm just a nat'ral-born travelin' man, doin' what I think I should, O, yeah. Doin' what I think I should. Chorus: And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, spend it as fast as I can. For a wailin' song and a good guitar, the only things that I understand, poor boy, the only things that I understand. When I was a little baby, my momma said, Hey, son. Travel where you will and grow to be a man And sing what must be sung, poor boy. Sing what must be sung. (Chorus) Now that I'm a grown man, I've traveled here and there. I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song, The only ones who ever care, poor boy, the only ones who ever care. (Chorus, repeat first verse and repeat chorus)