Montag, 4. Januar 2016

They call me "The Wanderer"

Oh well, I roam from town to town
I go through life without a care
and I'm as happy as a clown
I with my two fists of iron and I'm going nowhere

I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around
I'm never in one place, I roam from town to town
and when I find myself fallin' for some girl
I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world

Yeah I'm the wanderer
Yeah, the wanderer
I roam around, around, around



'Cause I'm a wanderer
Yeah, a wanderer
I roam around, around, around

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What a wonderful world

I see trees of green, red roses too
i see them bloom for me and you
and i think to myself what a wonderful world.