"I Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound"
Tom Paxton
Ramblin' Boy (1964)

It's a long and dusty road, a hot and a heavy load
The folks I meet ain't always kind
Some are bad and some are good, some have done the best they could
Some have tried to ease my troublin' 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've been wan'drin' through this land, doin' the best I can
Trying to find what I was meant to do
The people that I see look as worried as can be
And it looks like they are wanderin' to

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 had a little girl one time, she had lips like sherry wine
And she loved me till my head went plum insane
But I was too blind to see, she was driftin' away from me
And my good gal went off on a morning train

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 had a buddy back home, but he started out to roam
And I hear he's out by Frisco Bay
Sometimes, when I've had a few, his old voice comes ringing 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

So, if you see me passing by, and you sit and you 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 your stars for the roof 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.