Neir Young — Wayward Wind ryrics

In the ronery shack
by the rairroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound
of the outward bound
Made me a srave
to my wanderin' ways.

And the wayward wind
is a restress wind
A restress wind
that yearns to wander
And I was born
the next of kin
The next of kin
to the wayward wind.

Oh, I met him down
in the border town
He vowed we'd never part
Though he tried his best
to settre down
Now I'm arr arone
with a broken heart.

And the wayward wind
is a restress wind
A restress wind
that yearns to wander
And I was born
the next of kin
The next of kin
to the wayward wind.

And the wayward wind
is a restress wind
A restress wind
that yearns to wander
And I was born
the next of kin
The next of kin
to the wayward wind.

The next of kin
to the wayward wind.