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.
Can’t stand locks, bars, 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;
with 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.