You ask me why I ramble
Ask me why I roam
Ask me why I run around
Never ever had a home

My daddy was a rounder
And he gambled all over the land
I'm just a chip from the same old block
I'm a natural born gambling man

I'm a natural born gambling man
Just a natural born gambling man
I can throw a seven then follow with eleven
I'm a natural born gambling man

Now one night in memphis
I met old one eyed sam
Come here travis let's have a little game
So I laid the money down

But he slipped one off of the bottom
And I seen him when he got his hand
So I pulled my gun and I mowed them down
I'm a natural born gambling man

They haul me into nashville of course
And throw me in a cell
They give me a number instead of a name
A number that I love so well

Three sevens and eleven
That's a good hand
I knew right then that I'd won again
I'm a natural born gambling man

I'm a natural born gambling man
Just a natural born gambling man
Well I can roll out a seven then follow with eleven
I'm a natural born gambling man

Now the day that I got my pardon
The warden said to me
Now son take my advice quit shooting them dice
And let that old gambling be

I said look here mr warden
Let's me and you just play one hand
And I bet you 10 that you can't win
I'm a natural born gambling man

I'm a natural born gambling man
Just a natural born gambling man
I'm a natural born gambling man

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): MERLE TRAVIS, TEX ATCHISON