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CHORUS: Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, trying to make a living and
doing the best I
D C G Em C G Dcan. When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand, that
I was born a
Grambling man.
G F G C DMy father was a gambler down in Georgia. He wound up on the wrong end
of a gun.
C G Em C G DAnd I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus, rolling down highway
forty-
Gone.
CHORUS
I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning, Leaving out of Nashville,
Tennessee. They're always having a good time down on the Bayou, Lord. Them
Delta women thing the world of me.
CHORUS
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