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I was born on a farm in AlabamaAnd I was raised on God and cane and old waysBut now I'm rollin down the road in the Motor CityThis is a tramp singin a song about a trampWell I did some time blow my mind in TexasAnd I fell in love down in MontereyBut now I'm rollin down the road in the Motor CityThis is a tramp singin a song about a trampOh Lord, I wasn't born hereAnd I pray to the Lord above I'll never die hereBut now I'm rollin down the road in the Motor CityThis is a tramp singin a song about a trampOh like that riverI got to keep on rollinLike that riverGot to keep on rollinWell I spent some time on the sidewalks of New York CityAnd I toast some wine down in HarlemBut now I'm rollin down the road in the Motor CityThis is a tramp singin a song about a trampNow I'm rollin down the road in the Motor CityThis is a tramp singin a song about a tramp From Letras Mania