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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 I'm doin' what I think I should poor boy
I'm doin' what I think I should
Hey I don't give a d*mn about a greenback dollar spend it as fast as I can
For a wailin' song and a good guitar's the only thing that I understand poor boy
The only thing that I understand
When I was a little babe my mama she said son
Travel where you will and grow to be a man wnd sing what must be sung poor boy
Sing what must be sung
Hey I don't give a d*mn...
Now that I'm a grown man I've travelled everywhere
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
Hey I don't give a d*mn...
Hey I don't give a d*mn...