Ramblin’ Man    

Lord I was born a ramblin’ man
Tryin to make a livin and doin’ the best I can
When it’s time for leavin I hope you’ll understand
That I was born a rambling man

My father was a gambler down in Georgia
And he wound up out in the wrong in Alabam’
I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin’ down Highway 41.

Lord I was born a ramblin’ man . . .

I’m on my way to New Orleans this morning
Leavin’ out of Nashville, Tennessee
They’re always havin a good time down on the bayous
And you see this is the world for me

Lord I was born a ramblin’ man . . .

Richard Betts (1972)

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