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
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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
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To be free to leave this awful place I'm in
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It's hopeless "cos I haven't got a penny
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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
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To blow across the cottonfields of home
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It will gently touch the lovely face I long to touch 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...
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WHAT I'D GIVE TO BE THE WIND
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| Roger Miller |
