Ghost of Travelin' Jones (Live at Red Rocks)

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