Thought I heard a blackbird singin'
Up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whinin' boy if you will
Born where the sun don't shine
And I don't deny my name
Got no place to go, ain't that a shame
Thought I heard that KC whistle
Moanin sweet and low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine
Underneath the Kokomo
Whinin boy - got no place to go
So many roads I tell you
So many roads I know
All I want is one to take me home
Mountain high, river wide
So many roads to ride
So many roads - so many roads
Thought I heard a jug band playin' "If you don't who else will?"
From over on the far side of the hill
All I know is the sun don't shine
And the rain refuse to fall
And you don't seem to hear me when I call
Wind inside, the wind outside
Tangled in the window blind
Tell me why you treat me so unkind
Down where the sun don't shine
Lonely and I call your name
No place left to go - ain't that a shame
New York to San Francisco
So many roads I know
All I want is one to take me home
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads - so many roads
From the land of the midnight sun
Where the ice blue roses grow
Along the roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin' wide or moanin' low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul
So Many roads to ease my soul ....