Tom Paxton
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.
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.
I have traveled across this land just a-doing the best I can. Tryin` to find what I was meant to do.
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,
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.
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.