Subject: Allman Brothers Band: Ramblin' Man
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Lord, I was born a ramblin' man, trying to make a living and
doing the best I
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can. When it's time for leaving, I hope you'll understand, that
I was born a
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My father was a gambler down in Georgia. He wound up on the wrong end
of a gun.
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And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound bus, rolling down highway
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.