O, the wayward wind is a restless wind
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Is a restless wind that yearns to wander
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On the eye was born the next of kin
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The next of kin to the wayward wind
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And a lovely shack by a railroad track
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I spent my younger days
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and I guess the sound of the outward bound
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made me a slave to my wandering days
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and the wayward wind
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O, the wayward wind is a restless wind
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Is a restless wind that yearns to wander
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On the eye was born the next of kin
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The next of kin to the wayward wind
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I met her there in a border town
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We vowed we'd never part
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though I tried my best to settle down
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now she's alone with the broken heart
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O, the wayward wind is a restless wind
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Is a restless wind that yearns to wander
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On the eye was born the next of kin
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The next of kin to the wayward wind
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The Wayward Wind
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| Sam Cooke |
