Sometimes I wonder where will we go Lord don't take my whiskey, rock and roll I'm headed down a highway got a suitcase by my side Blue skies hangin' over my head I got five hundred miles to ride I'm goin' down to Memphis town to play a late night show I

Se la, se la Talk about it, sing about it We se la, se la, se la Se la (say it), se la (say it) You know sometimes I sit and wonder Just how this world would be If we had all the people laughing And everybody living in harmony We have to say se la, se la

There's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend And there's a slow, slow train comin' up around the bend Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted Can't help but wonder what's happenin' to my companions Are they lost or are they found? Have they

Anything to say you're mine I'm so blue Cause I'm worried over you I, I sometimes wonder Why I never hear from you You promised to write me Each and everyday And I haven't heard from you

Sometimes I feel like a man on fire, Sometimes I feel like a man possessed, Sometimes I want to burn down this crazy town. Don't it make you stop and wonder why? I walk these streets each and every day Trying to find some work just to earn my pay Just to

Oh ain't life wonderful When everything is right But sometimes wonderful Can fall apart sometimes When your troubles knock you down Pick yourself up off the ground and

Man I look up to God I wonder if I fell from the sky Will I hit the ground or will I learn how to fly I'm pretty sure you see it in my eyes Sometimes I wonder if I already died That shit get deep, deep, deep Man I swear to God that shit just get so deep,

Well I've been ridin' a winning horse for a long, long time Sometimes I wonder is this the end of the line No one should take advantage of who they are No man has got it made If he thinks he does, he's wrong Every mother's son better hear what I say

Don't you wonder sometimes 'Bout sound and vision? Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo Blue, blue, electric blue That's the color of my room Where I will live

This is a mean old world, try and live it by yourself. I've got the blues, gonna pack my things and go. Sometimes I wonder why can your love be so cold? Can't get the one you love, have to use somebody else. Guess you don't love me, babe, loving mister