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