It’s a long and a dusty road, a hot and a heavy load
and the folks that I met ain’t always kind.
Some are bad, some are good, some have done the best they could,
and some have tried to ease my troubled mind.

And I cant help but can’t help but wonder where I’m bound,
Where I’m bound, can’t help but wonder where I’m bound.

I been wandering through this land, just doing the best I can,
Trying to find what I was meant to do.
And the people that I see look as worried as can be,
And it looks like they are wandering too

Well I had a little girl one time she had lips like cherry wine,
And she loved me ’til my head went plumb insane
But I was too blind to see, she was drifting away from me,
And my good gal went off on a morning train.

If you see me passing by and you sit and you wonder why
And you wish that you were ramblin’ too,
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor, lace them up and bar the door,
And thank your stars for the roof that’s over you.

And I cant help but can’t help but wonder where I’m bound,
Where I’m bound, can’t help but wonder where I’m bound.

– Johnny Cash, Ain’t No Grave