| | | D | A7 | D | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | A7 | | | I was born under a wandrin’ | star |
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| G | | Wheels are made for rolling, mules are made to pack |
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| D | E | A | | I’ve | never seen a sight that didn’t look | better looking | back |
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| D | A7 | D | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| F#m | C#m | | Life can make you prisoner and the | plains can bake you dry |
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| F#m | C#m | | Snow can burn your eyes, but only | people make you cry |
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| Em | Bm | | Home is made for coming from, for | dreams of going to |
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| E | A | | Which with | any luck will never come | true |
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| | | D | A7 | D | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | D | A7 | | | | I was born under a wandrin’ | star |
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| G | | Do I know where hell is, hell is in hello |
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| D | E | A | | Heaven is goodbye forever, its | time for me to | go |
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| | | D | A7 | D | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | A7 | D | | | A wandrin’ wand | rin’ | star |
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| F#m | C#m | | Life can make you prisoner and the | plains can bake you dry |
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| F#m | C#m | | Snow can burn your eyes, but only | people make you cry |
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| Em | Bm | | Home is made for coming from, for | dreams of going to |
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| E | A | | Which with | any luck will never come | true |
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| | | D | A7 | D | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | D | A7 | | | | I was born under a wandrin’ | star |
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| G | | When I get to heaven, tie me to a tree |
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| D | G | A | | For I’ll begin to roam and soon you’ll | know where I will | be |
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| | | D | A7 | D | | | | I was born under a wand | rin’ | star |
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| | | A7 | D | | | A wandrin’ wand | rin’ | star |
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