I was born under a wandrin' star 
I was born under a wandrin' star 
Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack 
I've never seen a sight that didn't look better looking back 
I was born under a wandrin' star 

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry 
Snow can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry 
Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to 
Which with any luck will never come true 
I was born under a wandrin' star 
I was born under a wandrin' star 

Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello 
Heaven is goodbye forever, its time for me to go 
I was born under a wandrin' star 
A wandrin' wandrin' star 

(Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry) 
(Soap can burn your eyes, but only people make you cry) 
(Home is made for coming from, for dreams of going to) 
(Which with any luck will never come true) 
(I was born under a wandrin' star) 
(I was born under a wandrin' star) 

When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree 
For I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be 
I was born under a wandrin' star 
A wandrin' wandrin' star