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