Wanderin' Kind - The Turtles

I am the wanderin' kind

Never know where I’ll be bound

I am the wanderin' kind

Always travelin' around

My feet start hurting

If I just sit in one place

'Cause sitting’s a disgrace

And stand in such a way

So I move along with this

'Cause I’m tired of all the faces that I’ve seen

I’ve got to move to greener lands

Where I can breathe the air

So I can settle there

Till the wind weeps through my hair

The whispering mister orders trying to catch me I am the wanderin' kind

Never know where I’ll be bound

I am the wanderin' kind

Always travelin' around