My pathway leads into the west
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They say it never really ends
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These legs of mine weren't made to rest
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I let them take me where they send me wandering
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As long as I remember I've been wandering
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January to December I go wandering
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No one asks the wind to blow
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No one tells a bird to fly
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No one tells me when to go
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I don't need a reason why, I'm just wandering
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As long as I remember I've been wandering
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January to December I go wandering
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A hundred fifty years ago
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The famine pushed us off the land
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Now we live beside the road
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You'll see us in our caravans
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As long as I remember I've been wandering
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January to December I go wandering
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This life I lead is in my blood
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It's not for me to understand
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There isn't much I want to own
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Take what I will and where I can, I'm wandering
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As long as I remember I've been wandering
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January to December just wandering
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I don't care where I go, just wandering
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You want to know where I've been
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I've been wandering
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Wandering
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| Tim O'Brien |
