On the phone with my sista a few minutes ago, she mentioned this song from "Paint Your Wagon". I love that movie!
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.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
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.
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.
I was born under a wanderin' star.
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.
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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