(Refrain)
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Lord, I was born a ramblin' man
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Trying to make a living 
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and doing the best I can
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When it's time for leaving, 
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I hope you'll understand
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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)