Grateful Dead - So Many Roads Lyrics
Thought I heard a blackbird singingUp on Bluebird HillCall me a whinin' boy if you willBorn where the sun don't shineAnd I don't deny my nameGot no place to go, ain't that a shame?Thought I heard that KC whistleMoaning sweet and lowThought I heard that KC when she blowDown where the sun don't shineUnderneath the KokomoWhinin' boy got no place to goSo many roads, I tell youSo many roads I knowSo many roads, so many roadsMountain high, river wideSo many roads to rideSo many roads, so many roadsThought I heard a jug band playin'If you don't who else will?From over on the far side of the hillAll I know the sun don't shineAnd the rain refused to fallAnd you don't seem to hear me when I callWind inside and the wind outsideTangled in the window blindTell me why you treat me so unkindDown where the sun don't shineLonely and I call your nameNo place left to go, ain't that a shame?So many roads, I tell youNew York to San FranciscoSo many roads I knowAll I want is one to take me homeFrom the high road to the lowSo many roads I knowSo many roads, so many roadsFrom the land of the midnight sunWhere the ice blue roses growAlong those roads of gold and silver snowHowlin' wide or moaning lowSo many roads I knowSo many roads to [unverified] my soul