Born Under a Wandering Star
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 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 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 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 (from Paint Your Wagon , Lerner & Loewe, 1951) When people ask me what my home town is, I am at a loss. I tell them I've moved around a l...