Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Try to make a livin' and doing the best I can
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
He wound up on the wrong end of the gun
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rolling down Highway 41
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Try to make a livin' and doing the best I can
When it's time for leavin' I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin' man
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
And all the women think the world of me
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Try to make a livin' and doing the best I can
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
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