The Wayward Wind - Connie Smith

Oh, the wayward wind, is a restless wind

A restless wind, that yearns to wander

And I was born, the next of kin

The next of kin,

To the wayward wind

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 wand’ring ways

Oh, the wayward wind, is a restless wind

A restless wind, that yearns to wander

And I was born, the next of kin

The next of kin,

To the wayward wind

To the wayward wind

To the wayward wind

Oh I met a girl in a border town

I vowed we’d never part

Though I tried my best to settle down

She’s now alone with a broken heart