I was born under a wandrin' star 

I was born under a wandrin' star 

Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack 

I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back 

I was born under a wandrin' star 



Life 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 coming from, for dreams of going to 

Which with any luck will never come true 

I was born under a wandrin' star 

I was born under a wandrin' star 



Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello 

Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go 

I was born under a wandrin' star 

A wandrin' wandrin' star 



(Life 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 coming from, for dreams of going to) 

(Which with any luck will never come true) 

(I was born under a wandrin' star) 

(I was born under a wandrin' star) 



When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree 

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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