Can’t Help But Wonder Where I’m Bound by Johnny Cash, from American VI: Ain’t No Grave.

[written by Tom Paxton, 1962]

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It’s a long and dusty road, It’s a hot and a heavy load

and 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.

[Chorus]

And I can’t help but wonder

where I’m bound, where I’m bound.

Can’t help but wonder where I’m bound.

I have wandered through this land just a-doin’ the best I can,

Tryin’ to find what I was meant to do.

And the people that I see look as worried as can be

And it looks like they are wonderin’ too. (To Chorus)

Oh, I had a little girl one time, she had lips like sherry wine

And she loved me till my head went plumb insane.

But I was too blind to see she was driftin’ away from me

And my good gal went off on the morning train. (To Chorus)

And I had a buddy back home but he started out to roam

And I hear he’s out by ‘Frisco Bay.

And sometimes when I’ve had a few, his old voice comes singin’ through

And I’m goin’ out to see him some old day. (To Chorus)

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 ‘em up and bar the door,

Thank your stars for the roof that’s over you.

[Chorus]

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