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,
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.