Thought I heard a blackbird singin
Up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whinin boy if you will
Born where the sun dont shine
The rain refuse to fall
And you dont seem to hear me when I call
Thought I heard that KC whistle
Moanin sweet and low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun dont 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
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads, so many roads
Thought I heard a jug band playin
If you dont, who else will?
From over on the far side of the hill
All I know the sun dont shine
And thе rain refuse to fall
You dont seem to hear mе when I call
Wind inside and the wind outside
Tangled in the window blind
Tell me why you treat me so unkind
Down where the sun dont shine
Lonely and I call your name
Got no place to go, aint that a shame?
New York to San Francisco
So many roads I know
All I want is one to lead me home
From the high road to the low
So many roads I know
So many roads, so many roads
In the land of the midnight sun
Where ice blue roses grow
long those roads of gold and silver snow
Howlin wide or moanin low
So many roads I know
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads
Oh, so many roads to heal my soul
To heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul
So many roads to heal my soul