Ghost Of Travelin Jones (Album Version)

An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones
Well, call me what you will, son
My names
Travelin
JonesAnd I search for the fire
Stumbled upon with a precious desire
Travelin
Jones, well, have you seen the miles?
Have you smelled the whiskey and the smoke
Burnin out underneath your tires?
Well, Travelin
Jones, youre the
Travelin
JonesWell, tell me the secrets of an endless road
Its not where youve been, son
Its what you understand
Do you know the right from wrong
Tell me boy , are you an honest man?
Have you ever felt the fire
Stumbled upon with precious desire?
Have your fingers bled, boy off sins strings
Tied to that wooden box
That youre playin across your knee?
Have you ever felt the fire
Stumbled upon with a precious desire?
Travelin
Jones, well,
Ive seen the miles
Ive played in every honky tonk bar
Yeah, behind that chicken wire
Well, Travelin
Jones, youre the
Travelin
JonesTell me the secrets of an endless road
An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones
Call me what you will, son
My names
Travelin
Jones and
I found the fire