I Don't Know Where I'm Bound - Live

Thank you very much, I have to sit down for-
Okay, we'll, we'll do that for you, just a minute, thank you
There's a young man here at, at San Quentin
Tonight he wrote a song that I just saw written down on paper
For the first time yesterday
He sent me the sheet music on it, and I don't know anybody that reads music
Except, maybe Helen
And I liked the lyrics so much I started singing my own tune to it
You know, the first thing that come to my mind
Hey, let me see that, let's just try a little bit of it right here

I don't know where I'm bound
I don't know where I'm bound
Whistles calling me away
Leaving at the break of day
And I don't know where I'm bound

Can't stand locks, bars or doors
Mean cops, insanity and wars
Gotta find a place of peace
'Til then, my traveling won't cease
But I don't know where I'm bound

There's gotta be a place for me
Under some green growing tree
Clear cool water running by
An unfettered view of the sky
But I don't know where I'm bound

When I die, don't bury me
'Cause then I must be free
Cremate my body with a grin
Throw my ashes to the wind
'Cause I don't know where I'm bound

I don't know where I'm bound
I don't know where I'm bound
Whistles calling me away
Leaving at the break of day
And I don't know where I'm bound

Got myself a little gal
She has been a downright pal
That old highway's calling me
And free I gotta be
But I don't know where I'm bound
I don't know where I'm bound
I don't know where I'm bound

Thank you very much
They put this microphone down here near my guitar
Let it all hang out
I thought my guitar was out of tune at first
You sorry son of a-

It is out of tune
Is that right?
Terry, is that right?
Will you tune a song for me?
No, sir
Here it is

Got all kinds of songs
Here's one called "A Boy Named Sue"
You wanna hear that one?
You want to hear "The Boy Named Sue?", I do too
I'm anxious to hear it
I don't know how the hell is this gonna sound
I'm anxious to hear it

Is that block your camera view right there? Is that alright?
You want me to leave it there?
Gonna put it there at the end
I'll put it back
Where the hell is my guitar?
Oh, here it is

We're sorry to say that Luther passed away seven months ago
After being with us for 13 years, Luther Perkins
And the fellow that is playing the guitar with us now is doing a wonderful job
Of course, nobody can really replace Luther
How about one big cheer for Luther Perkins?

Yeah, I had a song called "San Quentin" that I was gonna do
Who's mine?
Hey, and my kit back in there, where I got all my dope, I mean where I got all my things
There's a little red notebook back there with somebody
Would one of the guards bring it to me, somebody bring it to me
Bring me the red notebook and I will-
Hey, that briefcase back there in mind you know it got all the songs I stole in it
Yeah
Telling it like it is, ain't it?
Alright