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
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
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
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
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
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