Greg, here is a song someone requested awhile back.It was written by
Hoyt Axton. I'm not sure who performed it, it may have been the Kingston
Trio.
Em G Em G
Some people say I'm a no count, others say I'm no good,
C7 G
But I'm just a natural born travelin man,
D Em
Doin what I think I should, Oh yeah,
D EM
Doin what I think I should.
G C G C
And I don't give a damn about a greenback dollar,
G C G
Spend it fast as I can,
C G C G C
For a wailin song, and a good guitar,
D Em
The only thing thatas I understand, Poor boy,
D Em
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