Ramblin' Man

R: Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,

trying to make a living anddoin the best I can.

When it`s time for leaving,I hope you`ll understand,

that I was born a ramblin man.

1. My father was a gambler down in Georgia.

He wound upon the wrong end of a gun.

And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus,

rollin` down highway fourty one

R:

2. 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.

R:

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