[chorus]
lord, i was born a ramblin' man,
tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best i can.
and when it's time for leavin',
i hope you'll understand,
that i was born a ramblin' man.

well my father was a gambler down in georgia,
he wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
and i was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
rollin' down highway 41.

chorus

i'm on my way to new orleans this mornin',
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

[repeat and fade]
lord, i was born a ramblin' man...