Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when its 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 a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
Rollin down highway 41.
Chorus
Im on my way to new orleans this mornin,
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.
Chorus
[repeat and fade]
Lord, I was born a ramblin man...
Tryin to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
And when its 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 a gun.
And I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
Rollin down highway 41.
Chorus
Im on my way to new orleans this mornin,
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.
Chorus
[repeat and fade]
Lord, I was born a ramblin man...