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

Life 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 [bad word] from, for dreams of going to
Which with any luck will [bad word] [bad word] 
I was born under a wandrin' star
I was born under a wandrin' star

Do I know where [bad word] is, [bad word] is in hello
Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go
I was born under a wandrin' star
wandrin' wandrin' star

(Life 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 [bad word] from, for dreams of going to)
(Which with any luck will [bad word] [bad word] 

(I was born under a wandrin' star)
(I was born under a 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
wandrin' wandrin' star