GLENN STEPHANOS

May father was a gambler down in Georgia, he wound up on the wrong end of a gun. And I was born in the back seat of a Greyhound Bus, rollin’ down highway 41.

Lord, I was born a ramblin’ man. Tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can, and when it’s time for leavin’ I hope you’ll understand, that I was born a ramblin’ man.