Hell is in hell-o

Listening to Doug Shulkind's radio show is sometimes a wonderful experience for me - almost drug like - I become more and more happy as the songs he plays become more and more bizzare. Tears came into my eyes once because it was just so awesome. I can't remember which song I was playing, but it probably involved yoddling or throat singing. I can't help it, I am a sap for deep gravely voices, throat singing (Tuvan), yoddling, and any joyous rucuses really.

Particularly good, Lee Marvin, "I was born under a wandering star." Thats the chorus, and I've left it out. I like these parts the most:
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Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can bake you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from, for dreams of goin' to.
Which with any luck will never come true.

Do I know where hell is, hell is in hell-o.
Heaven is good-bye forever it's time for me to go.

When I get to heaven tie me to a tree.
Or I'll begin to roam and soon you'll know where I will be.

I was born under a wanderin' star.
A wanderin', wanderin' star.