Some people say I'm a no 'count.
Others say I'm no good.
But I'm just a nat'ral-born travelin' man,
doin' what I think I should, O, yeah.
Doin' what I think I should.
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And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar,
spend it as fast as I can.
For a wailin' song and a good guitar
the only things that I understand, poor boy,
the only things that I understand.
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When I was a little baby,
my momma said, Hey, son.
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
and sing what must be sung, poor boy.
Sing what must be sung.
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Now that I'm a grown man,
I've traveled here and there.
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song,
The only ones who ever care, poor boy,
the only ones who ever care.
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