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.
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
Rollin’ down highway 41.
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.
I’m on my way to New Orleans this morning,
Leavin’ out of Nashville, Tennessee,
They’re always havin’ a good time down on the bayou, Lord,
Them Delta women think the world of me.
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.
Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man…