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
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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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