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 Chorus 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 Chorus
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