Thought I heard a blackbird singin
Up on Bluebird Hill
Call me a whinin boy if you will
Born where the sun dont shine
And I dont deny my name
Got no place to go, aint that a shame?
Thought I heard that KC whistle
Moanin sweet & low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun dont shine
Underneath the Kokomo
Whinin boy -- got no place else to go
So many roads I tell you
So many roads I know
So many roads --
So many roads --
Mountain high, river wide
So many roads to ride
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
The rain refuse to fall
And you dont seem to hеar me when I call
Wind inside & thе 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
No place left to go, aint that a shame?
So many roads I tell you
New York to San Francisco
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 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 ease my soul