Из альбома: 1959

Maybe I was born to be a Rambling Man
Maybe I was born to lose at love
To walk alone and never find
The one that I was dreaming of
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The rope that pulls the wind is tangled round my heart
Seems my emotions are falling apart
Anyway the wind blows that's where I'll be
The rope that pulls the wind's got a hold on me
Maybe I was born to be a rolling stone
Seems I'm always movin' on
Before sunrise I'll pack my swag
By first light I'll be gone
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When I feel my sorrow catchin' up to me
When those old memories track me down
It won't take long and I'll hear the call
Of the highway leading out of town
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