Brothers & Sisters

Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where i've been?
Is that so much to ask? i'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really sure 'bout something i don't know,
Take that load off, looks like chest's about to go.
Your wasted words already been heard, are you really god, yes or no?

Well, all day and half the night you're walkin' round lookin' such a fright.
Is it me or is it you? i'd make a wager and i'd hope "to" lose.
Time's gone, looks like rome is 'bout to fall,
Next time take the elevator, please don't crawl.
Your wasted words so absurd, are you really satan, yes or no?

Well, i ain't no saint and you sure as hell ain't no savior,
Every other christmas i would practice good behavior.
That was then, this is now, don't ask me to be mister clean,
'cause baby, i don't know how.
Ring my phone 'bout ten more times, we will see,
Find that broke down line and let it be.
Your wasted words wiill never be heard, go on home baby and watch it on tv.

Weekday soap-box speciality, you know what i'm talkin' 'bout now,
By the way, this song's for you, sincerely, me.

Instrumental

By dickey betts
(c) 1973 & 1974 no exit music co., inc.

Well i'm southbound, lord i'm comin' home to you.
Well i'm southbound, baby, lord i'm comin' home to you.
I got that old lonesome feelin' that's sometimes called the blues.

Well i been workin' every night, travelin' every day.
Yes i been workin' every night, traveling every day.
You can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way.
Aww, ya better believe.

Well i'm southbound.
Whoa i'm southbound.
Well you can tell your other man, sweet daddy's on his way.

(guitar solo)

Got your hands full now baby, as soon as i hit that door.
You'll have your hands full now woman, just as soon as i hit that door.
Well i'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should have
Had before.

Lord, i'm southbound.
Yes i'm southbound.
Whoa i'm southbound, baby.
Said i'm southbound.
Well i'm gonna make it on up to you for all the things you should
Have had before.

(piano solo)
(guitar solo)

[chorus]
Lord, i was born a ramblin' man,
Tryin' to make a livin' and doin' the best i can.
And when it's time for leavin',
I hope you'll understand,
That i was born a ramblin' man.

Well my father was a gambler down in georgia,
He wound up on the wrong end of a gun.
And i was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus
Rollin' down highway 41.

Chorus

I'm on my way to new orleans this mornin',
Leaving out of nashville, tennessee,
They're always having a good time down on the bayou,
Lord, them delta women think the world of me.

Chorus

[repeat and fade]
Lord, i was born a ramblin' man...