She's like sweet water that runs down my face,
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I keep her posted in diamonds and lace.
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I give her freedom and what else I can find,
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But I know she's restless in her mind
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And the wandering kind.
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Way down in Texas many years ago,
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She traveled with me to ease my heavy load.
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Some big shot saw her 'cause she looked so fine,
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How was he to know she was restless in her mind
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And the wandering kind.
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A strange bedfellow wandered in her room
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She was more unfaithful than I ever could assume
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She took his money and slayed him from behind
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'Cause she knew she was restless in her mind
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She's the wander kind.
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Down at the border with new plans of my own
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Don't need no woman I'll go it alone
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I miss my baby and I can't keep from cryin'
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'Cause I know she's restless in her mind
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And the wandering kind.
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I should have known better than to get mixed up with her
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I guess I'll never know for sure
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For better or worse the situation now is reversed
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And I'm broke 'cause she is no longer first in my heart.
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I wrote this letter before leaving the hotel
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To where she's staying in that dark adobe cell
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I tried to help her but she knows I'm not blind
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And because I'm not restless in my mind
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I'm the wandering kind.
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The Wandering Kind
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Bob Dylan |