Some people say I'm a no count Others say I'm no good but I'm just a natural born traveling man doin' what I think I should, oh yea Doin' what I think I should And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar Spend it fast as a can But a wailing song a good guitar The only thing that I understand, poor boy The only thing that I understand 2nd Verse When I was a little baby My Mama said hey son Travel where you will and learn to be a man and sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sung 3rd verse Now that I 've grown to be a man I've traveled here and there I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song the only ones who ever cared, poor boy the only one's who ever cared