Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind, a restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin, the next of kin to the wayward wind
In a lonely shack by a railroad track he spent his younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound made him a slave to his wandrin’ ways
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind, a restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin, the next of kin to the wayward wind
Oh, I met him there in a border town, he vowed we’d never part
Though he tried his best to settle down, now I’m alone with a broken heart
Oh, the wayward wind is a restless wind, a restless wind that yearns to wander
And he was born the next of kin, the next of kin to the wayward wind,
the next of kin to the wayward wind
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