CHORUS: [Gb] Lord, I was [E] born a [B] ramblin' [Gb] man
Trying to make a living and [B] doing the best I [Db] can
And [B] when it's time for [Gb] leaving
I [D#m] hope you'll under-[B]-stand [Gb] that I was [Db] born a rambling [Gb] man
VERSE 1: [Gb] My father was a [B] gambler down in [Gb] Georgia
He wound up on the [B] wrong end of a [Db] gun
And [B] I was born in the [Gb] back seat of a [D#m] Greyhound [B] bus [Gb] Rolling down [Db] highway forty-[Gb]-one
VERSE 2:
I'm [Gb] on my way to [B] New Orleans this [Gb] morning
Leaving out of [B] Nashville, Tennes-[Db]-see
They're [B] always having a [Gb] good time down on the [D#m] Bayou, [B] Lord [Gb] Them delta women [Db] think the world of [Gb] me
