Wayward Wind
Herb Newman / Stanley Lebowsky
In a lonely shack by a railroad track I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound of the outward bound made me a slave
To my wandering ways
And the wayward wind is a restless wind
A restless wind that yearns to wonder
And I was born the next of kin
The next of kin to the wayward wind
Oh I met a girl in a border town I vowed we never would part
Though I tried my best to settle down I'm now alone
With a broken heart
And the wayward wind is a restless wind...
I'm the next of kin to the wayward wind
