Dion - The Wanderer Lyrics

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The Wanderer

The Wanderer Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For The Wanderer By Dion?
Oh well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well, you know that I'm around I kiss 'em and I love 'em 'cause to me they're all the same I hug 'em and I squeeze 'em they don't even know my name They call me the wanderer, yeah the wanderer I roam around around around Oh well there's Flo on my left and there's Mary on my right And Janie is the girl with that I'll be with tonight And when she asks me which one I love the best I tear open my shirt I got Rosie on my chest 'Cause I'm the wanderer yeah the wanderer I roam around around around Oh well I roam from town to town I go through life without a care 'Til I'm as happy as a clown With my two fists of iron and I'm going nowhere I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around I'm never in one place I roam from town to town And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl, yeah I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world Yeah I'm the wanderer, yeah the wanderer I roam around around around, let's go Oh yeah I'm the type of guy that likes to roam around I'm never in one place I roam from town to town And when I find myself a-fallin' for some girl I hop right into that car of mine and ride around the world 'Cause I'm a wanderer, yeah a wanderer I roam around around around, around, around 'Cause I'm a wanderer, yeah a wanderer I roam around around around, aroundm around |
Who Wrote The Wanderer By Dion?
Ernie Maresca
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