Text: Joe Dassin. Can't help but wonder.

It's a long and dusty road,
It's a hard and heavy load,
And folks aren't in it always kind.
Some are bad and some are good,
Some have done the best they could,
Some have tried to ease my troubled 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

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 ringin' 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

And I had a little girl one time --
Lips like cherry wine,
And I loved her more than I could say.
But I was too blind to see --
She was slipping away from me,
And one day she left 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.

If you see me passing by
And you stop and wonder why,
And you wish you was a rambler too.
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor,
Lace 'em up and lock door,
Thank the 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.