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

I was born under a wandering star
I was born under a wandering star

Do I know where [bad word] is? -  [bad word]  is in «Hello»
Heaven is «Goodbye forever! It's time for me to go!»

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

[I was born under a wandering star]
[I was born under a wandering 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 wandering star
wandering wandering star