I Don't Know Where I'm Bound - Live at San Quentin State Prison, San Quentin, CA - February 1969

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
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 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
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 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?
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 Will you tune a song for me?
 No, sir
 Here it is
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 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
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 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