I was born for roamin,
Guess I always will.
I wonder if it's greener
On the far side of the hill.
Look down, look down yonder,
There's earth and green and sky.
I'll bet we could get on down there
In the battin' of an eye.
And further west there's ocean.
A miner told me so.
And sun that shines so brightly
That it scares up winter snow.
Sometimes I'm feelin' lonely,
Sometimes I'm feelin' blue,
Sometimes I see a farmer
Walkin' slow when day is through.
And I know he's got a woman
Waiting supper every day.
And I curse this wandering fever
Keeps calling me away.
Yes I was born for roamin.
Guess I always will.
I wonder if it's greener
On the far side of the hill.