Lyrics:

Hoyt Axton/Ken Ramsey



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.



Chorus:

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.'



(Chorus)



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.



(Chorus, repeat first verse and repeat chorus)