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
My father was a gambler down in Georgia
He wound up on the wrong [Am]end of a gun
And I was [Am7]born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus
Rollin' down highway forty-one
Lord, I was [Am7]born a ɾamblin' man
Tryin' to [C7]make a livin' and [Bm]doin' the best I can
And when it's time for [Dm7]leavin'
I hope you'll understand
That I was [Am7]born a ɾamblin' man
I'm on [C7]my [A]way to [C7]New Orleans this mornin'
I'm leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always having a good time down on [C7]the bayou
Lord, them [A]Delta women think the world of me
Lord, I was [Am7]born a ɾamblin' man
Tryin' to [C7]make a livin' and [Bm]doin' the best I can
And when it's time for [Dm7]leavin'
I hope you'll understand
That I was [Am7]born a ɾamblin' man
Lord, I was [Am7]born a ɾamblin' man
Lord, I was [Am7]born a ɾamblin' man
Lord, I was [Am7]born a ɾamblin' man
