NOTHING TO DO BUT GO By Henry Herbert Knibbs I'm the ramblin' son with the nervous feet That never was made for a steady beat: I had many a job for a little while: I been on the bum, and I've lived in style. But there was the road winding mile after mile . . . And nothing .... to do ... . but go. So It's beat It. Bo, while your feet are mates; Take a look at the whole United States. Oh. the little lire and a pipe at night, And up again In the mornln' bright, With nothing but road and sky in sight . . . And nothing . . . . to do . . . but go. Then beat it. Bo, while the walkin' is good: While the birds In the trees are siwin' wood. If today ain't the finest for you and me, There is always to-morrow that's goin" to be. And the day after that Is a comlng —See! And nothing . . . . to do . . . but go. So beat it. Bo. while you're young and strong: See all you can, for it won't last long; You can stop for only a little spell On the long gray road to Fare-Ye-Well, That leads to Heaven or mebby Hell And nothing . . . . to do . . . but go.
|Total Time||348h 44m|
|Total Elev Gain||140,167ft|