Ghost Of Travelin' Jones Lyrics - Singles - Bingham Ryan

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