Greg, here is a song someone requested awhile back.It was written by  
Hoyt Axton. I'm not sure who performed it, it may have been the Kingston  
Trio. 
 
 
Em                    G           Em                G  
Some people say I'm a no count, others say I'm no good, 
     C7                       G 
But I'm just a natural born travelin man,  
D                         Em 
Doin what I think I should, Oh yeah,  
D                          Em 
Doin what I think I should. 
 

        G            C            G         C 
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar, 
G         C         G 
Spend it fast as I can, 
C      G      C           G          C 
For a wailin song, and a good guitar, 
      D                           Em  
The only thing thatas I understand, Poor boy, 
      D                         Em      
The only thing that I understand.  
 
 
When I was a little babe, my mama said hey son, 
 
Travel where you will, and grow to be a man, 
 
And sing what must be sung, poor boy, 
 
Sing what must be sung. 
 
chorus 
 
Now that I'm a grown man, I've travelled here and there, 
 
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song, 
 
The only ones who ever cared, poor boy, 
 
The only ones who ever cared 
 
chorus