One woman I know gave birth in the front seat of her car with a one year old in a car seat in the back.  The paramedics just did not get to her in time. 

I rose from the dust.

My mom was born at home.

My dad was orn at home and he weighed 12lbs..my grandmother used to say 10 of it was in his head.  My mom's family had 8 and most were born at home.

I was born on a bayou,
Born on a bayou. . .

Like a true nature's child,
we were born, born to be wild.

Oh why oh why was it my fate
To be born too late.

Actually, I born at the long-gone Jewish Memorial Hospital, 190-something Street & Broadway in Manhattan. 

And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin
To the wayward wind. . .

Frank, you're singing my from one of my favorite albums....My dad was born at home, my mother was born in Lincoln Hospital.  I was born at St. Francis Hospital, which I believe no longer exists.

I  was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a gas! Gas! Gas!

Spoken like a true street fightin' man who can't get no satisfaction.  You can't always get what you want; but if you try sometime you just might find you can get what you need.