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R: Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,
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trying to make a living anddoin the best I can.
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When it`s time for leaving,I hope you`ll understand,
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that I was born a ramblin man.
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1. My father was a gambler down in Georgia.
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He wound upon the wrong end of a gun.
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And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus,
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rollin` down highway fourty one
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2. 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.
R:
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Lord I was born a ramblin` man
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Lord I was born a ramblin` man
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Lord I was born a ramblin` man
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Lord I was born a ramblin` man
