A stone thrown from heaven skipping cross the water
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With disappearing ripples left behind
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A book with no cover a rhyme with no reason
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Guess I'll always be one of the roving kind.
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'Cause movings in my soul I guess a Gypsy got ahold
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Of somebody in my family long ago
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If some night while half asleep you hear the backdoor softly squeak
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You'll touch my empty pillow then you'll know.
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That a restless wind is calling me again
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Her warming hand is tugging at my soul
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Summer's gone Lord the winter's coming on
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I can't let it catch me standing in the cold.
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Life may dice out of my bones and it won't leave me alone
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Till it warms me up and takes another row
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You can roll seven every time so there ain't no use in tryin'
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It don't take an educated head to know.
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That when I'm moving down the road I won't need no overload
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Nor memories of you to weigh my mind
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So every step I take will just be one more I can make
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That would put those memories further down the line.
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That a restless wind is calling me again
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Her warming hand is tugging at my soul
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Summer's gone Lord the winter's coming on
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I can't let it catch me standing in the cold...
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Restless Wind
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| Bobby Bare |
