It's a long and dusty road, it's a hard and heavy load, and the folks I meet ain't always kind.
Some are bad, some are good, some have done the best they could, some have tried to ease my troubling mind.
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, I can't help but wonder where I'm bound.
I have been around this land just doing the best I can.
Trying to find what I was meant to do.
And the faces that I see are as worried as can be, and it looks like they are wondering too.
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, I can't help but wonder where I'm bound.
I have a buddy waiting.
He's back home, but he's started out to roam.
And here he's out by Frisco Bay.
And sometimes when I've had a few, his voice comes singing through.
And I'm going out to see him some old day.
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, I can't help but wonder where I'm bound.
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound.
I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, I can't help but wonder where I'm bound.
Well, if you see me passing by, and you sit and wonder why,
And you wish that you were a rambler too.
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace them up and bar the door.
And thank the stars for their hope that's over you.
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound.
I can't help but wonder where I'm bound,
And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound.
I can't help but wonder where I'm bound.
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