Ghost Of Travelin' Jones

An empty sack of dust

Or just a box of bones

Call me what you will, son

My name's Travelin' Jones

And I search for the fire

Stumbled upon with a precious desire

Travelin' Jones, have you seen the miles?

Have you smelled the whiskey and the smoke burnin' out underneath your tires?

Travelin' Jones, you're the travelin' Jones

Tell me the secrets of an endless road

It's not where you've been, son

It's 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 a precious desire

Have your fingers bled, boy, off sin's strings?

Tied to that wooden box that you're playin' 'cross your knee

Have you ever felt the fire?

Stumbled upon with a precious desire

Travelin' Jones, I've seen the miles

I've played in every honky-tonk bar, yeah, behind that chicken wire

Travelin' Jones, you're the Travelin' Jones

Tell 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 name's Travelin' Jones

And I found the fire