Em
Some people say I'm a no count
Others say I'm no good
but I'm just a natural born traveling man
D Em
doin' what I think I should, oh yea
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 C
Spend it fast as a can
G C G C
But a wailing song a good guitar
D Em
The only thing that I understand, poor boy
D Em
The only thing that I understand
2nd Verse
When I was a little baby
My Mama said hey son
Travel where you will and learn to be a man
and sing what must be sung, poor boy
Sing what must be sung
3rd verse
Now that I 've grown to be a man
I've traveled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
the only ones who ever cared, poor boy
the only one's who ever cared