RAMBLIN MAN - Allman Brothers Band

  A           G               A 
  Lord, I was born a ramblin' man,  
                               D                E 
  trying to make a living and  doing the best I can.  
  D                  A             F#m               D 
  When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand,  
  A          E               A 
  that I was born a rambling man.  


  A               D               A 
  My father was a gambler down in Georgia.  
                    D               E 
  He wound upon the wrong side of a gun.  
       D                 A              F#m       D 
  And  I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus,  
  A            E             A 
  rolling down highway forty-one.  


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 think the world of me. 
 
CHORUS