I watch the wind blow brown leaves to the ground
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And blow along the sidewalks of this town
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I can see the wind as it blew her hair time and time again
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Oh what I'd give Lord to be the wind
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Oh what I'd give to be the wind to be free to leave this awful place I'm in
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It's hopeless cause I haven't got a penny or a friend
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Oh what I'd give Lord to be the wind
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This same wind tomorrow will be gone to blow across the cottonfields of home
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It will gently touch the lovely face I long to touch within
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Oh what I'd give Lord to be the wind
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Oh what I'd give to be the wind...
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What I'd Give (to Be The Wind)
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| Roger Miller |
