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 bars, locks, or 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;

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.