Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
trying to make a living and doing the best I can.
An 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 forty-one.
(Refrão)
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 ramblin man (4x)