Ramblin' Man - Richard Betts

    Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
    Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can.
    And when it's 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.


    I'm 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.


    [Repeat and Fade]
    Lord, I was born a ramblin' man...

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