(Tom Paxton)
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It's a long and dusty road
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It's a hot and heavy load
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And the folks I meet ain't always kind
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Some are bad and some are good
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Some have done the best they could
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Some have tried to ease my trouble in mind
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[Chorus:]
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And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound
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Where I'm bound
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I can't help but wonder where I'm bound
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I've been wandering through this land
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Just doin' the best I can
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Tryin' to find what I was meant to do
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And the people that I see
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Look as worried as can be
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And it looks like they are wanderin', too
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[Chorus]
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And I had me a buddy back home
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But he started out to roam
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And I hear he's out by Frisco Bay
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And, sometimes, when I've had a few
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His old voice comes ringin' through
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And I'm goin' out to see him some old day
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If you see me passin' by
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And you sit and you wonder why
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And you wish that you were a rambler, too
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Just nail your shoes to the kitchen floor
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Lace 'em up and bar the door
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Thank your stars for the roof that's over you
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Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound
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| Nanci Griffith |
