Some people say I'm a no count

Others say I'm no good

but I'm just a natural born traveling man
                         
doin' what I think I should, oh yea
                         
Doin' what I think I should

Refrain:
                                             
And I don't give a [bad word] about a greenback dollar
                              
Spend it fast as a can
                       
But a wailing song a good guitar
                              
The only thing that I understand, poor boy
                              
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