Track byDickey Betts
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man Trying to make a living and doing the best I can 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 ramblin' man Trying to make a living and doing the best I can 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 Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee They're always having a good time down on the Bayou, Lord Them delta women thing the world of me Lord, I was born a ramblin' man Trying to make a living and doing the best I can When it's time for leaving I hope you'll understand that I was born a rambling man