Some people say I'm a no 'count   Others say I'm no good   But I'm just a nat'ral born travellin' man   Doin' what I think should, oh yeah   Doin' what I think should      Chorus:   When I was a little baby my mama said, hey son   Travel where you will and grow to be a man   But sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sung      And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar   I spend it fast as I can   For a wailing song and a good guitar   The only things that I understand, poor boy   The only things that I understand      Chorus      Now that I'm a grown man   I've travelled here and there   I found that a jug of brandy and a song   Are the only ones who care, poor boy   The only ones who care      Chorus