(Steve Earle) I am a wanderer, feet on the ground, Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds. I own the star above some distant shore, Wandering ever more. I am a refugee torn from my land, Cast off to travel this world to its end. Never to see my proud mountains again But I still remember them. [Instrumental] I am a labourer, sign round my neck: "Will work for dignity, trust and respect". Stand on this corner so you don't forget I haven't had mine yet. I am a prisoner pacing my cell, Three steps and back, my corner of hell. Lock me away and you swallow the key, But some day I shall be free. And I'll be a wanderer, feet on the ground, Heart on my sleeve and my head in the clouds. I own the star above some distant shore, Wandering ever more. |
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