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Some people say I'm a no count, others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travelin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should

And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailin' song, and a good guitar
The only thing that I understand, poor boy
The only thing that I understand

When I was a little babe, my mama 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

Now that I'm a grown man, I've travelled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever cared, poor boy
The only ones who ever cared