I was born under a wanderin star. Mud can make you prisoner and - TopicsExpress



          

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. Do I know where hell is, hell is in hell-o. Heaven is good-bye forever its time for me to go. When I get to heaven tie me to a tree. Or Ill begin to roam and soon youll know where I will be. i was born under a wanderin star Paint yer own wagon Lee Marvin, I guess Loerner and Lowe wrote that?
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 04:48:56 +0000

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