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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.
Chorus:
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.
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."
(Chorus)
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.
(Chorus, repeat first verse and repeat chorus)
