So Many Roads

Thought I heard a blackbird singin' 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 moanin' sweet & low Thought I heard that KC when she blow Down where the sun don't 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 don't -- who else will?" from over on the far side of the hill All I know the sun don't shine, the rain refuse to fall and you don't seem to hear me when I call Wind inside & 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 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