" Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best I can. And when it's time for leavin', I hope you'll understand, That I was born a ramblin' man. My father was a gambler down in Georgia, And he wound up on the wrong end of a gun. And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus Rollin' down highway 41."
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