Tramp I

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