One of These Days - Emmylou Harris

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

Won’t have to answer to anyone, I’ll get up with the mornin' sun

But I’ll be gone like the birds that fly, one of these days

I might be a man that’s dressed in black, be a hobo by the railroad track

Go anyplace 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

I might someday be a preacher man and 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

There’s going to be peace of mind for me one of these days…