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{Refrain}Lord, I was born a ramblin'' manTrying to make a living and doing the best I canWhen it''s time for leaving, I hope you''ll understandThat I was born a rambling manMy father was a gambler down in GeorgiaHe wound up on the wrong end of a gunAnd I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound busRolling down highway forty-one{Refrain}I''m on my way to New Orleans this morningLeaving out of Nashville, TennesseeThey''re always having a good time down on the Bayou, LordThem delta women think the world of me{RefrainLyricsKeeper