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 [unverified] my soul