So Many Roads - Grateful Dead

Thought I heard a blackbird singing

Up on Bluebird Hill

Call me a whinin' boy if you will

Born where the sun don’t shine

And I don’t deny my name

Got no place to go, ain’t that a shame?

Thought I heard that KC whistle

Moaning sweet and low

Thought I heard that KC when she blow

Down where the sun don’t shine

Underneath the Kokomo

Whinin' boy 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 jug band playin'

If you don’t who else will?

From over on the far side of the hill

All I know the sun don’t shine

And the rain refused to fall

And you don’t seem to hear me 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 don’t shine

Lonely and I call your name

No place left to go, ain’t that a shame?

So many roads, I tell you

New York to San Francisco

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

From the land of the midnight sun

Where the ice blue roses grow

Along those roads of gold and silver snow

Howlin' wide or moaning low

So many roads I know

So many roads to my soul