CHORUS: ^GLord, I was ^Fborn a ramblin' ^Gman, trying to make a living and^Cdoin the best I ^Dcan. Wh^Cen it`s time for <sup>G</sup>leaving,I <sup>Em</sup>hope you`ll underst^Cand, th^Gat I was ^Dborn a ramblin ^Gman. 1.^GMy father was a ^Fgambler down in ^GGeorgia. He wound upon the ^Dwrong end of a ^Ggun. An^Cd I was born in the ^Gback seat of a ^EmGreyhound ^Cbus, ^Grollin` down <sup>D</sup>highway fourty <sup>G</sup>one CHORUS:Lord.... 2.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 think the world of me. CHORUS:Lord... <sup>G</sup>Lord I was <sup>F</sup>born a ramblin` ^Gman ^GLord I was ^Fborn a ramblin` <sup>G</sup>man <sup>G</sup>Lord I was <sup>F</sup>born a ramblin` ^Gman ^GLord I was ^Fborn a ramblin` ^Gman