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.

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.

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.

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.