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RAMBLIN MAN Allman Brothers Band
[G]Lord, I was b[F]orn a ramblin'[G]man,
trying to make a living and [C]doing the best I [D]can.
[C]When it's time for [G]leaving, I hop[Em]e you'll understan[C]d,
[G]that I was [D]born a rambling [G]man.
[G]My father was a [F]gambler down in [G]Georgia.
He wound upon the [C]wrong side of a [D]gun.
And [C]I was born in the [G]back seat of a [Em]Greyhound [C]bus,
[G]rolling down [D]highway forty-[G]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 think the world of me.