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
But 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
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
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I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin'
Leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always having a good time down on the bayou, Lord
Them Delta women think the world of me
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
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
