One of these days

I won't have to chop no wood I can be bad or I can be good
I can be any way that I feel one of these days
Oh, I won't answer to anyone, I'll get up with the mornin' sun
But I'll be gone like a bird could fly one of these days

I might be a woman/man that's dressed in black, be a hobo by the railroad track
Goin' any place that I want to go one of these days
Do anything, that I want, if I want to, or if I don't
But I'll be gone like the wayward wind one of these days

One of these days it will soon be all over, cut and dry
And I won't have this urge to go all bottled up inside
One of these days I'll look back, and I'll say I left in time
'Cause somewhere for me, I know there's peace of mind

Short bridge
I might someday be a preacher man, carry the Lord's Book in my hand
Going 'cross the country singing loud as I can one of these days
But I won't have trouble on my back, cutting like the Devil with a chopping axe
Got to shake it off of my back one of these days

One of these days it will soon be all over, cut and dry
And I won't have this urge to go all bottled up inside
One of these days I'll look back, and I'll say I left in time
'Cause somewhere for me, I know there's peace of mind
There's gotta/gonna be peace of mind for me one of these days