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 Well my father was a gambler down in georgia He wound up on the wrong end of a gun And…
 
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah. The gypsy flies from coast to coast, Knowing many, loving none, Bearing sorrow, having fun. But, back home he’ll always run, To sweet melissa. Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same. And no one knows the gypsy’s name, And no one hears his lonely sighs,…