Lyrics:
My mother was gypsy, my father a wayfarin' manMy home was the river, the mountains and warm desert sandThe roar of a train, or a mad raging sea isThe call of the wild and it's callin' to meMy restless heart keeps repeatin' I have to be freeThere's memories to haunt me and torture my wild savagesoulThe heat in my veins like the beating of drums makes meroarYou want me to stay but I know I must roamFor the call of the wild keeps a-callin' me onYour kisses are sweet but I know that I have to be freeNo woman can tame me or chain me or tie me for lifeThere's oft times a sweetheart but never, oh never a wifeBorn to be happy but born to be freeI never look back for I know it must beIt's the call of the wild and I know that it's callin' tomeThere are strange foreign lands that keep callin', yescallin' to meTo the wide open spaces I know that I'm destined to beA slave to a voice much stronger than a handThat can bring out the beast deep in my kind of manIt's the call of the wild and I'll have to obey, to obeyTo obey it's command.