Lyrics:

My mother was gypsy, my father a wayfarin' man

My home was the river, the mountains and warm desert sand

The roar of a train, or a mad raging sea is

The call of the wild and it's callin' to me

My restless heart keeps repeatin' I have to be free

There's memories to haunt me and torture my wild savage

soul

The heat in my veins like the beating of drums makes me

roar

You want me to stay but I know I must roam

For the call of the wild keeps a-callin' me on

Your kisses are sweet but I know that I have to be free

No woman can tame me or chain me or tie me for life


There's oft times a sweetheart but never, oh never a wife

Born to be happy but born to be free

I never look back for I know it must be

It's the call of the wild and I know that it's callin' to

me

There are strange foreign lands that keep callin', yes

callin' to me

To the wide open spaces I know that I'm destined to be

A slave to a voice much stronger than a hand

That can bring out the beast deep in my kind of man

It's the call of the wild and I'll have to obey, to obey

To obey it's command.