Ramblin' Man

Dickey Betts

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

rambling 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, rolling down highway

forty-

one.

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.