Lord I was born a ramblin' man Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can When it's time for leavin' I hope you'll understand That I was born a ramblin' man My father was a gambler down in Georgia Wound upon the wrong end of a gun I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus Rollin' down Highway 41 Lord I was born a ramblin' man... [ guitar - fiddle ] Well I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning Leavin' out of Nashville Tennessee They're always havin' a good time on the bayou Lord Cajun women think the world of me Lord I was born a ramblin' man... Lord I was born a ramblin' man Lord I was born a ramblin' man Lord I was born a ramblin' man Lord I was born a ramblin' man