Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryna 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

My father was a gambler down in Georgia
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
I was born in the back seat of a
Greyhound bus rollin' down highway forty-one

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryna 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

I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin'
And I'ma leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always having a good
Time down on the, bayou oh Lord
Them Delta women think the world of me, yeah

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryna makе a livin' and doin' the best I can
And when it's timе for leavin'
I hope you'll understand
That I was born a ramblin'

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
Tryna 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
And when it's time for leavin'
I hope you'll understand
Oh, I was born a ramblin', yeah
Oh Lord, I was born a rambling' man

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Writer(s): Forrest Richard Betts