Somebody pointed out to me that the Digital Tradition had some typographical errors in the lyrics for this song:
I CAN'T HELP BUT WONDER WHERE I'M BOUND
It's a long and dusty road,
It's a hot and a heavy load
And the folks I meet ain't always kind.
Some are bad and some are good.
Some have done the best they could.
Some have tried to ease my troublin' 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.
I've been wandering through this land
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 wondering too.
Oh, I had a little gal one time,
She had lips like sherry wine,
She loved me till 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.
Well, 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 a-ringing through,
And I'm going out to see him some old day.
So, if you see me passing by,
And you sit and you wonder why,
And you wish that you were a rambler, too;
Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor,
Lace 'em up and bar the door,
Thank your stars for the roof that's over you.
Source: CD booklet from Tom Paxton: Live For the Record
Sugar Hill Records, 1996 - with some corrections based on the recording
(the CD booklet says "ease my trouble in mind," but other sources say "troublin' mind."