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She's just a drifter and she drifts from town to town |
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She's never been branded and she's never been tied down |
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She drifts for a while then she might drift back to town |
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And somethin' keeps callin' she has to move on to new ground |
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Wild as a prairie wind, warm as the hot desert sun |
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Places she's never seen keeps her from settlin' down |
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Just like a free runnin' river she rambles and rolls |
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The highway's her heaven, she makes the whole world her own |
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'Cause she's a drifter don't mean that I don't care about her |
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Sometimes I live with her, sometimes I'm livin' without her |
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Just when I think that I'm finally beginnin' to tame her |
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That's when she makes me feel bein' tied down kinda shames her |
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Down to the ocean, she might stay a while on the beach |
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Then caught by the high tide she drifts further on out of reach |
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There's no way a-tellin' how soon you may see her again |
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Nature's her mother and that makes her kin to the wind |
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'Cause she's a drifter don't mean that I don't care about her |
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Sometimes I live with her, sometimes I'm livin' without her |
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Just when I think that I'm finally beginnin' to tame her |
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That's when she makes me feel bein' tied down kinda shames her |