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.