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Wednesday, 18 September 2019

Wandering Star

I was born under a wandering star I was born under a wandering 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 wandering 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 coming from, for dreams of going to which with any luck will never come true
I was born under a wandering star I was born under a wandering star

Do I know where hell is Hell is in hello
Heaven is goodbye for ever, it's time for me to go I was born under a wandrin' star
When I get to heaven tie me to a tree or I'll begin to roam, and soon you know where I will be
I was born under a wandering star I was born under a wandering star

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