It's a long and a dusty road It's a hard and heavy load And the folks I meet ain't always kind Some are bad, some are good Some have done the best they could Some have tried to ease my troubling mind And I can't help but wonder where I'm bound, where I'm bound Can't help but wonder where I'm bound I have been around this land Just a-doing the best I can Tryin' to find what I was meant to do And the faces that I see Are as worried as can be And it ooks like they're a-wonderin' too I had a buddy, way back home But he started out to roam And I hear he's out by Frisco Bay And sometimes, when I've had a few His voice comes singin' through And I'm a-goin' out to see him some old day If you see me passin' by And you sit and wonder why And you wish that you were a rambler, too Nail your shoes to the kitchen floor Lace 'em up and bar the door And thank the stars for the roof that's over you