(Mary Gauthier)
Born a bastard child in New Orleans
to a woman I've never seen
I don't know if she ever held me
All I know is that she let go of me
I passed thru like thunder
I passed thru like rain
Passed out from under
Good-bye could have been my family name
Every time I settle down it happens
I get a restless feeling I can't control
I hit the wall, then I hit the highway
I've got the curse of a gypsy on my soul
So I move thru like thunder
I move through like rain
Moving out from under
Good-bye could have been my family name
I can't break free of the winds that blow me
They roll in like a Gulf Coast Hurricane
I'd love to stay now but I don't know how
Hold me honey till I'm gone again
When it's time to leave forever
I pray the Lord don't take me slow.
I don't know where I'm going
I just wanna say good-bye and go
And I'll move thru like thunder
Push thru like rain
Pushing out from under
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