Some people say I`m a no `count Others say I`m no good But I`m just a nat`ral born travellin` man Doin` what I think should, oh yeah Doin` what I think should
Chorus: When I was a little baby my mama said, hey son Travel where you will and grow to be a man But sing what must be sung, poor boy Sing what must be sung
And I don`t give a damn about a greenback dollar I spend it fast as I can For a wailing song and a good guitar The only things that I understand, poor boy The only things that I understand
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Now that I`m a grown man I`ve travelled here and there I found that a jug of brandy and a song Are the only ones who care, poor boy The only ones who care
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