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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.
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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.
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(Repeat and Fade)
Lord, I was born a ramblin` man...