sexta-feira, 9 de janeiro de 2009

Wanderin' star


I was born under a wanderin' star.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
.
Wheels are made for rollin',
mules are made to pack.
I've never seen a site
that didn't look better lookin' back.
.
I was born under a 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.
.
Do I know where hell is,
hell is in hell-o.
Heaven is good-bye forever
it's time for me to go.
.
I 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.
.
When I get to heaven
tie me to a tree.
Or I'll begin to roam
and soon you'll know where I will be.
.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
A wanderin', wanderin' star.

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