Johnny Cash – Any Old Wind That Blows (Guitar)

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Lord she's restless, like cotton candy clouds that sail the day, slow and free

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And she possesses a mind that can't resign itself to stay, for long with me

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Though I've tried and tried to keep her tied and satisfied until she really needs me, yes I do

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But when that certain look comes on her face I can't replace it and she leaves me

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She's a butterfly in mid July who just can't wait to try her brand new wings, on brand new things

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And she needs no rhyme or reason when she goes

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Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue horizon I suppose and heaven knows

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She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows

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Yes she will, yes she will 

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She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows

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I know she needs me, about as much as I need someone else, which I don't

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And if need be, I swear someday I'll up and leave myself, which I won't

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Even if she loved another man I'd understand it more than I do, Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm

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But I know the only reason that she ever has for leavin' is she wants to

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She's a butterfly in mid July who just can't wait to try her brand new wings, on brand new things

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And she needs no rhyme or reason when she goes

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Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue horizon I suppose, and heaven knows

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She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows

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Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmmm Mmmm