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O, the wayward wind is a restless wind |
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Is a restless wind thet yearns to wander |
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On the eye was born the next of kin |
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The next of kin to the wayward wind |
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And a lovely shack by a railroad track |
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I spent my younger days |
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and I guess the sound of the outward bound |
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made me a slave to my wandering days |
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and the wayward wind |
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O, the wayward wind is a restless wind |
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Is a restless wind thet yearns to wander |
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On the eye was born the next of kin |
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The next of kin to the wayward wind |
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I met her there in a border town |
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We vowed we'd never part |
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tought I tried my best to settle down |
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now she's alone with the broken heart |
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O, the wayward wind is a restless wind |
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Is a restless wind thet yearns to wander |
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On the eye was born the next of kin |
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The next of kin to the wayward wind |