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Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound

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Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound

Johnny Cash

It?s a long and a dusty road, a hot and heavy load
And the folks that I meet aren?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

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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 wondering 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 wondering too

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Well, I had a little girl one time
She had lips like cherry wine
And 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 the morning train

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

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Johnny Cash

Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound

Johnny Cash

Can't Help But Wonder Where I'm Bound

It?s a long and a dusty road, a hot and heavy load
And the folks that I meet aren?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

(Refrão)
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 wondering 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 wondering too

(Refrão)

Well, I had a little girl one time
She had lips like cherry wine
And 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 the morning train

(Refrão)

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

(Refrão)