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First Line: We don't know where we're going but we're on our way
Last Line: With some half a million others like ourselves!
Subject(s): Wandering & Wanderers; Wanderlust; Vagabonds; Tramps; Hoboes


We don't know where we're going but we're on our way;
The running board is cluttered with our stuff,
The car is filled with baggage like a moving-dray
And we're fit for any travel, smooth or rough;
So we're starting motor-tramping with an outfit made for camping
And our destination's anywhere we please,
So we can't say where you'll find us for we've left our home behind us,
And we've locked the door and thrown away the keys.

We don't know where we're going but we're on our way
And we aren't in any hurry as we go.
When we find a place to linger that's the place we'll stay
And when we weary of it, we will blow!
We are off upon the highways and the quaint, secluded byways,
We are eager for the sights that we shall see,
There's the wife and little Mary and the dog and brother Harry
And the baby of the family—and me!

We don't know where we're going, but we're on our way
And the top is down—we're not afraid of sun;
We've changed from humdrum people into gypsies gay,
And we're getting browner daily as we run.
So we'll roam by lake and river in our sturdy little flivver,
You can have your mighty "sixes" and your "twelves,"
For the sun and wind are calling and the road is simply crawling
With some half a million others like ourselves!





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