(CHORUS)   Lord, I was born a ramblin man   Trying to make a living and doing the best I can   When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand   That I was born a rambling man      My father was a gambler down in Georgia   And he wound up on the wrong end of a gun   And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus   Rolling down highway forty-one      (CHORUS)      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      (CHORUS)      Lord, I was born a ramblin man   Lord, I was born a ramblin man......