Chorus: Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, trying to make a living and doing the best I can. An When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand, that I was born a rambling man. Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia and he wound up on the wrong end of a gun. And I was born in the back seat of a - Greyhound bus, rolling down highway forty-one. Chorus 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 think the world of me. Chorus Lord I was born a ramblin man (4x) -- Jam on for about three more minutes in true stewball fashion