Letras
Ain't a sack of dust, just a box of bones
Call me what you will, son, but my name's Travelin' Jones
And I search for the fire
Stumbled along with a precious desire
I said, Travelin' Jones, have you seen the mountains?
Have you smelled the whiskey and the smoke
Burning 'round underneath your tires?
Travelin' Jones, I said-a Travelin' Jones
Tell me the secrets of the endless road
It's not where you been, son, it's what you understand
Do you know the right from the wrong?
Tell me, boy, are you an honest man?
Have you ever felt the fire?
Stumbled along with a precious desire
Have your fingers bled, boy, across them strings?
Tied to that wooden box that you're playing across your knee?
Have you ever felt the fire?
Stumbled along with a precious desire
I said, Travelin' Jones, yeah, I've seen the miles
I've played in every honky-tonky bar behind that chicken wire
Travelin' Jones, I said-a Travelin' Jones
Tell me the secrets of the endless road
Ain't a sack of dust, just a box of bones
Call me what you will, son, but my name's Travelin' Jones
And I found the fire