Traditional

Arrangements and additional Lyrics by James Taylor

I've been wanderin' early late

From New York City to the Golden Gate

And it don't look like

I'll ever stop my wanderin'

My daddy was an engineer

My brother drives a hack

My sister takes in laundry

While the baby balls the jack

And it don't look like

I'll ever stop my wanderin'

I've been in the army

I've worked on a farm

And all I've got to show is the muscle in my arm

And it don't look like

I'll ever stop my wanderin'

My ma she died when I was young

My daddy took to stealin' and he got hung

And it don't look like

I'll ever stop my wanderin'

Snakes in the ocean

Eels in the sea

I let a redheaded woman make a fool out of me

And it don't look like

I'll ever stop my wanderin'

I've been wanderin' early late

From the New York City to the Golden Gate

And it don't look like

I'll ever stop my wanderin'

No, it don't look like

I'll ever stop my wanderin'