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.

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."

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.