Ramblin' Man

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

My father was a gambler down in Georgia
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 forty-one

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

I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning
I'm 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