I was born under a wanderin' star.
Wheels are made for rollin', mules are made to pack.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
I've never seen a site that didn't look better lookin' back. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
I was born under a wanderin' star. Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to.
Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Which with any luck will never come true. I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star. Do I know where hell is, hell is in hell
Heaven is goodI was born under a wanderin' star, a wanderin', wanderin' star. Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to. Which with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star. Or I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be.
When I get to heaven tie me to a tree. I was born under a wanderin' star.
A wanderin', wanderin' star.
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