Wanderin’
Traditional Folk Song

I been a wanderin’ early,
I been a wanderin’ late,
From New York City
To the Golden Gate.
And it looks like
I’m never gonna cease
My wanderin’…

Been a-workin’ in the army
And workin’ on a farm,
All I got to show for it
Is a muscle in my arm.
And it looks like
I’m never gonna cease
My wanderin’…

There’s snakes upon the mountain
And eels in the sea
Twas a red-headed woman
Made a wreck of me.
And it looks like
I’m never gonna cease
My wanderin’…

Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust,
If whiskey don’t get ya,
Then the woman must.
And it looks like
I’m never gonna cease
My wanderin’…