I Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound

(альбом: Live - For The Record - 1996)

It's a long and a dusty road, a hot and a heavy load
The folks I meet ain't always kind
Some are bad, some are good, some have done the best they could
Some have tried to ease my troubling mind

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've been wandering through this land, doing the best I can
Trying 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 wondering too

And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound

Now 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 drifting away from me
And my good gal went off on a morning train

And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound

And I had a buddy way 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 a-ringing through
And I'm going out to see him some old day

And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound

Well, 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

And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound
Can't help but wonder where I'm bound