Lyrics:

Thought I heard a blackbird singing 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 KC whistle, moaning sweet and low
Thought I heard that KC when she blow
Down where the sun don't shine, underneath the Kokomo
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, river wide
So many roads to ride
So many roads, so many roads

Thought I heard a jug band playing '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 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 ice blue roses grow
'Long, those roads of gold and silver snow
Howling wide or 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 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
So many roads