Tramp

I was born on a farm in Alabama
And I was raised on God and Cane and old ways
But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City
This is a tramp singin' a song about a tramp

Well I did some time blow my mind in Texas
And I fell in love down in Monterey
But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City
This is a tramp singin' a song about a tramp

Oh Lord, I wasn't born here
And I pray to the Lord above I'll never die here
But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City
This is a tramp singin' a song about a tramp

Oh like that river, I got to keep on rollin'
Like that river, got to keep on rollin'

Well, I spent some time on the sidewalks of New York City
And I toast some wine down in Harlem [Incomprehensible]
But now I'm rollin' down the road in the Motor City
This is a tramp singin' a song about a tramp