[chorus]
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.

Well my father was a gambler down in georgia,
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.

Chorus

I'm on my way to new orleans this mornin',
Leaving out of nashville, tennessee,
They're always having a good time down on the bayou,
Lord, them delta women think the world of me.

Chorus

[repeat and fade]
Lord, i was born a ramblin' man...