(Refrain) A D A Lord, I was born a ramblin' man ( A ) Trying to make a living D E and doing the best I can D A When it's time for leaving, F#m D I hope you'll understand A E A That I was born a rambling man 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 Rolling down highway forty-one (Refrain) 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 (Refrain)