Paroles:
Martin Dean The Wind The Wind

pale On the long, long trail There's always the wind, the whistling wind (The wind, the wind, the whistling wind) The wind, the wind, the whistling wind

pale On the long, long trail There's always the wind, the whistling wind (The wind, the wind, the whistling wind) The wind, the wind, the whistling wind

wind When the shadows pale On the long, long trail There's always the wind, the whistling wind (The wind, the wind, the whistling wind) The wind, the wind

I feel like a feather in the breeze Riding on high, high in the sky Honey and I walking on air Since the moment that she told me she cared Feel like

With Bing Crosby, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr. (chorus) [the drunks] The rest are solos. Booze, Mister Booze (Mister Booze), Mister Booze Mister B

to the back of the bus And Martin stopped marching and Elvis Drove trucks, what if they'd Done it right, done it right? I ain't afraid to lock horns with The devil, I'll spit into the wind

apple pie Oh a leopard can't change his spots And oil and water can't mix But I have recently heard an old dog learned new tricks If the icy winds

I can feel the same way at asthma except (JL) It's like sweet green sour turning jelly on your moustache (JL) And when it starts you burning (JL) Your wind

I'm not one of that great legion with their traveling care And though I haven't much religion Here's my only prayer Give me the road the wide winding