SO MANY ROADS

Thought I heard a bluebird sing up on a blackbird hill
Call me a whinin' boy if you will
Going where the sun don't shine
And I don't deny my name
No place to go, ain't that a shame.

Thought I heard that lonesome whistle blowin' sweet and low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine
Underneath the Kokamo
Whinin' boy ain't got no place 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 jugband sing
If you don't who else will
Over on the far side of the hill
All I know the sun don't shine
And the rain refuse to fall
You don't seem to hear me when I call.

You(?) inside and the wind outside
Tangled on a 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 else 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
High road (??) to the low road, 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 those roads of gold and silver stone
Howlin'(?) wide or moanin' low
So many roads I know
So many roads to ease my soul
So many roads to ease my soul
[etc]

That's as accurate as I can make it, though there are probably a
couple of mistakes. And even with two different performances, some
of the words are still nearly impossible to make out.

--Gary B.
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Gary Burnett burnett@elbereth.rutgers.edu
130 Columbia Street gburnett@zodiac.rutgers.edu
Highland Park, NJ 08904 jera@well.sf.ca.us

"Things then did not delay in turning curious." --Thomas Pynchon

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