I don`t know where I`m bound, I don`t know where I`m bound,
whistles calling me away, leaving at the break of day,
and I don`t know where I`m bound.
Can`t stand bars, locks, or doors,
mean cops, insanity, and wars;
gotta find a place of peace,
until then, my traveling won`t cease,
but I don`t know where I`m bound.
There`s gotta be a place for me,
under some green growing tree;
clear cool water running by,
an unfettered view of the sky,
but I don`t know where I`m bound.
When I die, don`t bury me,
cause then I must be free;
cremate my body with a grin,
throw my ashes to the wind,
cause I don`t know where I`m bound.
I don`t know where I`m bound, I don`t know where I`m bound,
whistles calling me away, leaving at the break of day,
and I don`t know where I`m bound.
Got myself a little gal,
she has been a downright pal;
that old highway`s calling me,
and free I gotta be,
but I don`t know where I`m bound, I don`t know where I`m bound.
I don`t know where I`m bound.