Gypsy woman said it on the day I was bornThe boy would be a son of a gun
He will be a prowler, downtown ramblin' gambler
Makin' all the ladies scream and shout
As the years were passing by and I was growing older
Fortune teller seemed to be right
I had it all, held my freedom in my hands
Enjoyed to be a high-flyin' man
So it goes…
I don't know where I'm heading to
But I was born under the lucky star
I have my magic ship, so if you're up for a trip
Sail with me and leave all behind
One day a preacher came to me with Bible in his hands
Told me to follow his ways
'No' was the answer so he called me a sinner
And I became a man on the run
With a pitchfork in their hands they chased me out of town
I heard the baying of the bloodhounds behind
Now I'm just following the river, and see what morning brings
All my troubles will be far behind
So it goes…
I don't know where I'm heading to
But I was born under the lucky star
I have my magic ship, so if you're up for a trip
Sail with me and leave all behind