(CHORUS) 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 And 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
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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
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Lord, I was born a ramblin man Lord, I was born a ramblin man......