Wand'rin Star

I was born under a wandrin' star,
I was born under a wandrin' star.
Wheels are made for rollin'
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.
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 wandrin' star,
I was born under a wandrin' star.
Do I know where hell is? Hell is in hello.
Heaven is in goodbye for ever, it’s time for me to go.
I was born under a wandrin' star, a wandrin' wandrin' 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 wandrin' star,
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 wandrin' star, a wandrin' wandrin' star.