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Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Tryin to make a livin, and doin the best I can.
When it's time for leavin, I'll hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin man.
My father was a gambler down in Georgia,
But he wound up on the wrong end of a gun,
And I was born in the backseat of a Greyhound Bus,
Goin down Highway 41.
Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Tryin to make a livin, and doin the best I can.
When it's time for leavin, I'll hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin man.
All right.
I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning,
Leavin out of Nashville, Tennessee.
There always havin a good time down in the bayou, Lord,
And 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.
When it's time for leavin, I'll hope you'll understand,
That I was born a ramblin man.
Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Lord, I was born a ramblin man,
Lord, I was born a ramblin man.
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