A If you can't come along, love, you must stay behind, E Asus2 You're bound to say farewell to me. A D A I must bid you goodbye though I hate to see you cry, E A But I'm bound for the mountains and the sea, fare thee well. E Asus2 I'm bound for the mountains and the sea.
It's so hard to explain why I'm leaving once again.
It ain't nothing that I haven't done before.
It ain't nothing much, I guess, but the thing I love the best
Is rambling this land from shore to shore, in this land.
Rambling this land from shore to shore.
I have walked, I have bummed, I've rode buses, I've rode trains,
I've ridden a time or two in a silver plane.
When I think of where I've been, I just have to go again,
Just to see if everything is still the same in this land.
To see if everything is still the same.
So it's farewell, my dear, and I must be on my way.
There's many a thing that I must do and see.
I'm a mighty restless man in a mighty restless land,
And I'm bound for the mountains and the sea, fare thee well.
I'm bound for the mountains and the sea.
(Words and music by Tom Paxton, 1962)
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