Tom Paxton
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It's a long and a dusty road. It's a hard and a heavy load and the folks we meet ain't always kind.
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Some are bad and some are good. Some have done the best they could. Some have tried to ease our troubling mind.
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And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound. Can't help but wonder where I'm bound.
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I have traveled across this land just a-doing the best I can. Tryin' to find what I was meant to do.
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And the faces that I see are as worried as can be. Looks like they've been wonderin', too.
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I had a buddy, way back home, but he started out to roam and I hear he's out by Monterey,
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And sometimes, when I've had a few, his voice comes singin' through and I a-goin' out to see him some old day.
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If you see us passin' by and you sit and you wonder why and you wish that you were a rambler, too.
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Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace 'em up, bar the door and thank the stars for the roof that's over you.
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And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound, can't help but wonder where I'm bound.
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I Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound
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| Kingston Trio |
