(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...