C F C
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
F G
trying to make a living and doing the best I can.
F Am C F
When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand,
F G C
that I was born a rambling man.
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C F C
My father was a gambler down in Georgia.
F G
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
F C Am F
And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus,
C G C
rolling down highway forty-one.
C F C
Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
F G
trying to make a living and doing the best I can.
F Am C F
When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand,
F G C
that I was born a rambling man.
I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning, Leaving out of Nashville,
Tennessee. They're always having a good time down on the Bayou, Lord. Them
Delta women thing the world of me.
CHORUS
