Ramblin’ Man (diatonic)

Chorus:

Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,

Tryin' to make a livin'

and doin' the best I can.

And when it's time for leavin',

I hope you'll understand,

That I was born a ramblin' man.

Verse 1:

Well 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

Rollin' down highway forty one.

Chorus:

Verse 2:

I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin',

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.