In the lonely shack
by the railroad track
I spent my younger days
And I guess the sound

of the outward bound
Made me a slave
to my wanderin´ ways.
And 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.
Oh, I met him down
in the border town
He vowed we´d never part
Though he tried his best
to settle down
Now I´m all alone
with a broken heart.

And 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.
And 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.
The next of kin
to the wayward wind.