Ryan Bingham - Ghost Of Travelin' Jones lyrics

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' across 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

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