I Dont Know Where I'm Bound

<p>&quot;I have to sit down for - okay, we&#x27;ll do that for you, just a minute, thank you. This young man here at San Quentin tonight that wrote a song that I just saw written down on paper the first time yesterday. He sent me the sheet music on it, and I don&#x27;t know anybody who reads music, except maybe Helen. And I liked the lyrics so much I started singing my own tune to it, you know, the first thing that came to my mind. Let&#x27;s try a little bit of it, right here...&quot;<br/><br/>I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/>I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/>Whistle&#x27;s calling me away, leaving at the break of day<br/>And I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/><br/>Can&#x27;t stand locks, bars or doors<br/>Mean cops, insanity, and wars<br/>Gotta find a place of peace<br/>Until then, my traveling won&#x27;t cease<br/>But I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/><br/>There&#x27;s got to be a place for me<br/>Under some green growing tree<br/>Clear cool water running by<br/>An unfettered view of the sky<br/>But I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/>When I die, don&#x27;t bury me<br/>&#x27;Cause then I must be free<br/>Cremate my body with a grin<br/>Throw my ashes to the wind<br/>&#x27;Cause I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/><br/>I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/>I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/>Whistle&#x27;s calling me away, leaving at the break of day<br/>And I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/><br/>Got myself a little gal<br/>She has been a downright pal<br/>That old highway&#x27;s calling me<br/>And free I got to be<br/>But I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/>I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound<br/>I don&#x27;t know where I&#x27;m bound