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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. Chorus 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. Chorus 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 Chorus
