I Was Born Under a Wanderin' Star Lerner and Loewe, Paint Your Wagon

    I was born under a wanderin' star.
    I was born under a wanderin' star.

Wheels are made for rollin', mules are made to pack.
I've never seen a site that didn't look better lookin' back.  Chorus

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 comin' from, for dreams of goin' to.
Which with any luck will never come true.   Chorus

Do I know where hell is, hell is in hell-o.
Heaven is good-bye forever it's time for me to go.   Chorus

When I get to heaven tie me to a tree.
Or I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be.  Chorus