| I was born under a wandrin' star
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| I was born under a wandrin' star
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| Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack
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| I’ve never seen a sight that didn’t look better looking back
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| I was born under a wandrin' star
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| Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry
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| Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry
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| Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to Which with any luck will never come true
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| I was born under a wandrin' star
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| I was born under a wandrin' star
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| Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello
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| Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go
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| I was born under a wandrin' star
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| A wandrin' wandrin' star
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| (Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry)
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| (Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry)
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| (Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to)
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| (Which with any luck will never come true)
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| (I was born under a wandrin' star)
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| (I was born under a wandrin' star)
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| When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree
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| For I’ll begin to roam and soon you’ll know where I will be I was born under a wandrin' star |
| A wandrin' wandrin' star
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| Thanks to wolftaste |