I have to sit down for
Ok, we'll, we'll do that for you, just a minute, thank you
There's a young man here at, at uh San Quentin
Tonight that wrote a song that I just
Saw written down on paper for the first time yesterday
He sent me the sheet music on it,
And I don't know anyone that reads music
Except, maybe Helen
And um, I liked the lyrics so much I started singing my own tune to it, you know
The first thing that come to my mind
Hey, lemme see that, let's just try a little bit of it right here

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
And I don't know where I'm bound

Can't stand locks, bars or doors
Mean cops insanity and wars
Gotta find a place of peace
Till then much travelin' 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 damn right pall
That ol' 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

Thank you very much

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Writer(s): Terry Cuddy