(Billy Joe Shaver)      A stone thrown from heaven skipping cross the water   With disappearing ripples left behind   A book with no cover a rhyme with no reason   Guess I'll always be one of the roving kind.      'Cause movings in my soul I guess a Gypsy got ahold   Of somebody in my family long ago   If some night while half asleep you hear the backdoor softly squeak   You'll touch my empty pillow then you'll know.      That a restless wind is calling me again   Her warming hand is tugging at my soul   Summer's gone Lord the winter's coming on   I can't let it catch me standing in the cold.      Life may dice out of my bones and it won't leave me alone   Till it warms me up and takes another row   You can roll seven every time so there ain't no use in tryin'   It don't take an educated head to know.      That when I'm moving down the road I won't need no overload   Nor memories of you to weigh my mind   So every step I take will just be one more I can make   That would put those memories further down the line.      That a restless wind is calling me again   Her warming hand is tugging at my soul   Summer's gone Lord the winter's coming on   I can't let it catch me standing in the cold...