Ramblin Man

(альбом: What A Night - 1977)

Lord, I was born a rambling man
Trying to make a living and doing the best I can
And when it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand
That I was born a rambling man

Well, 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 41

Lord, I was born a rambling man
Trying to make a living and doing the best I can
And when it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand
That I was born a rambling man

All right

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

Lord, I was born a rambling man
Trying to make a living and doing the best I can
And when it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand
That I was born a rambling man

Lord, I was born a rambling man
Lord, I was born a rambling man
Lord, I was born a rambling man
Lord, I was born a rambling man