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
