| | | Bb | F7 | Bb | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | F7 | | | I was born under a wandrin’ | star |
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| Eb | | Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack |
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| Bb | C | F | | I’ve | never seen a sight that didn’t look | better looking | back |
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| Bb | F7 | Bb | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| Dm | Am | | Life can make you prisoner and the | plains can bake you dry |
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| Dm | Am | | Snow can burn your eyes, but only | people make you cry |
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| Cm | Gm | | Home is made for coming from, for | dreams of going to |
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| C | F | | Which with | any luck will never come | true |
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| | | Bb | F7 | Bb | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | Bb | F7 | | | | I was born under a wandrin’ | star |
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| Eb | | Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello |
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| Bb | C | F | | Heaven is goodbye forever, its | time for me to | go |
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| | | Bb | F7 | Bb | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | F7 | Bb | | | A wandrin’ wand | rin’ | star |
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| Dm | Am | | Life can make you prisoner and the | plains can bake you dry |
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| Dm | Am | | Snow can burn your eyes, but only | people make you cry |
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| Cm | Gm | | Home is made for coming from, for | dreams of going to |
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| C | F | | Which with | any luck will never come | true |
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| | | Bb | F7 | Bb | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | Bb | F7 | | | | I was born under a wandrin’ | star |
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| Eb | | When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree |
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| Bb | Eb | F | | For I’ll begin to roam and soon you’ll | know where I will | be |
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| | | Bb | F7 | Bb | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | F7 | Bb | | | A wandrin’ wand | rin’ | star |
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