Chop Suey

Chop Suey - The Hit Crew

Lord I was born a rambling man

Trying to make a living and doing the best

I can

And when it's time for leaving

I hope you'll understand

That I was born a rambling man

My father was a gambler down in Georgia

He wound up on the wrong end of gun

And I was born in the back seat of a

Greyhound bus

Rollin' down highway 41

Lord I was born a rambling' man

Trying to make a living and doing the best

I can

When it's time for leaving

I hope you'll understand

That I was born a rambling man

Alright

I'm on my way to New Orleans this morning

Leaving out of Nashville Tennessee

They're always

Having a good time down on the bayou

Lord and delta women think the world of me

Lord I was born a rambling man

Trying to make a living and doing the best

I can

And when it's time for leaving

I hope you'll understand

That I was born a rambling man

Lord I was born a rambling man

Lord I was born a rambling man

Lord I was born a rambling man

Lord I was born a rambling man