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    Born between a river and a railroad
    Restlessness has ruled me since I can't remember when
    There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend
    So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again
    There are dreams that I have carried all my lifetime
    And the dreams have made me a stranger
    In the eyes of many a man
    For I do not count the time and my reasons do not rhyme
    And down the line and on my way, on my way again
    Oh, rolling along like a shipwrecked sailor
    Who never finds a home
    Broken lines and signs of failure
    Rub me to the bone
    Well, I'm weary of the company of strangers
    I'm weary of the city with its heart of hollow stone
    Something in the wind seems to call me like a friend
    So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again
    There's something in the wind seems to call me like a friend
    So I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again
    Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again
    Yes, I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again
    I guess that I'll be on my way, on my way again (x6)

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    Composition: Trevor Lucas and Paul Roche

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