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.