ryan bingham
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' 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