| Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
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| Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
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| And when it’s time for leavin'
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| I hope you’ll understand
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| That I was born a ramblin' man
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| My father was a gambler down in Georgia
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| He wound up on the wrong end of a gun
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| And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
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| Rollin' down highway forty-one
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| Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
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| Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
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| And when it’s time for leavin'
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| I hope you’ll understand
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| That I was born a ramblin' man
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| I’m on my way to New Orleans this mornin'
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| I’m leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee
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| They’re always having a good time down on the bayou
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| Lord, them Delta women think the world of me Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
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| Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can
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| And when it’s time for leavin'
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| I hope you’ll understand
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| That I was born a ramblin' man
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| Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
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| Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
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| Lord, I was born a ramblin' man |