Grateful Dead

I thought I heard a blackbird sing up on bluebird hill
call me a whining 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 casey whistle moaning sweet and low
thought i heard that casey when she blowed
down where the sun don’t shine underneath the kokamo
whining 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 to river wide, so many roads I know
so many roads, so many roads

thought I heard a jug band playing if you know 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 when I call

wind inside and the wind outside jingling the window blinds
wonder why you treat me so unkind
down where the sun don’t shine, lonely and I call your name
no place to go ain’t that a shame

New York to San Francisco so many roads I know
all I want is one to lead 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
blowin’ high and moaning low so many roads I know

so many roads to ease my soul
so many roads to ease my soul
so many roads to ease my soul
so many roads to ease my soul
so many roads so many roads