| An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones
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| Well, call me what you will, son
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| My name’s Travelin' Jones
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| And I search for the fire
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| Stumbled upon with a precious desire
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| Travelin' Jones, well, have you seen the miles?
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| Have you smelled the whiskey and the smoke
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| Burnin' out underneath your tires?
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| Well, Travelin' Jones, you’re the Travelin' Jones
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| Well, tell me the secrets of an endless road
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| It’s not where you’ve been, son
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| It’s what you understand
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| Do you know the right from wrong
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| Tell me boy, are you an honest man?
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| Have you ever felt the fire
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| Stumbled upon with precious desire?
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| Have your fingers bled, boy off sin’s strings
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| Tied to that wooden box
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| That you’re playin' across your knee?
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| Have you ever felt the fire
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| Stumbled upon with a precious desire?
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| Travelin' Jones, well, I’ve seen the miles
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| I’ve played in every honky tonk bar
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| Yeah, behind that chicken wire
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| Well, Travelin' Jones, you’re the Travelin' Jones
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| Tell me the secrets of an endless road
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| An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones
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| Call me what you will, son
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| My name’s Travelin' Jones and I found the fire |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ghost Of Travelin' Jones , by - Ryan Bingham. Song from the album Mescalito, in the genre Иностранный рок