When I get to Boulder I’m gonna light me up a j
I’ll call up all of my old friends and tell ‘em meet me down to Quixote’s
It’s been so long since I’ve heard an old fiddle and I know it seems strange to say
But when I get to Boulder
I’ll fire up the banjo, play Rocky Mountain Way
I hope you find yourself out on the outer limits again some day
When I get to Memphis I’m gonna get down on my knees
Ask for my forgiveness for the last three centuries
Throw all my money in the tip jar at the P&H Cafe
Find a spot down the Mississippi River up north of Pontchartrain
Fire up the banjo on the back of the Chevrolet
I hope you find yourself out on the outer limits again some day
When I get to California I’m gonna run right into the waves
Sit down in Sausalito and read something by Robert Graves
Get higher up in the hills than I’ve ever been, than I’ll ever be
When I get to California, yeah
I’ll fire up the banjo, play Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay
I hope you find yourself out on the outer limits again some day
I hope you find yourself out on the outer limits again some day
I hope you find yourself out on the outer limits
I hope you find yourself out on the outer limits