by The Allman Brothers Band
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 ramblin' man
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 forty-one
I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin'
Leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always havin' a good time down on the Bayou, Lord
Them delta women think the world of me
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 ramblin' man
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 forty-one
I'm on my way to New Orleans this mornin'
Leavin' out of Nashville, Tennessee
They're always havin' a good time down on the Bayou, Lord
Them delta women think the world of me
2 comments:
you are funny
As Caleb would say, "You crack me up!"
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