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Chorus: G F C G Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, C D trying to make a living and doing the best I can. C G Em C An When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand, G D G that I was born a rambling man. G C G Well my father was a gambler down in Georgia C D and he wound up on 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 rolling down highway forty-one. Chorus G C G I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning, C D Leaving out of Nashville, Tennessee. C G Em C They're always having a good time down on the Bayou, Lord. G D G Them delta women think the world of me. Chorus G F C G Lord I was born a ramblin man (4x) -- Jam on for about three more minutes in true stewball fashion
Written by Forest Richard Betts
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