| Song | Ghost Of Travelin' Jones |
| Artist | Ryan Bingham |
| Album | Mescalito |
| 作曲 : Bingham | |
| An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones | |
| Well, call me what you will, son | |
| My name's | |
| Travelin' | |
| JonesAnd I search for the fire | |
| Stumbled upon with a precious desire | |
| Travelin' | |
| Jones, well, have you seen the miles? | |
| Have you smelled the whiskey and the smoke | |
| Burnin' out underneath your tires? | |
| Well, Travelin' | |
| Jones, you're the | |
| Travelin' | |
| JonesWell, 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 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, well, | |
| I've seen the miles | |
| I've played in every honky tonk bar | |
| Yeah, behind that chicken wire | |
| Well, Travelin' | |
| Jones, you're the | |
| Travelin' | |
| JonesTell 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Bingham | |
| An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones | |
| Well, call me what you will, son | |
| My name' s | |
| Travelin' | |
| JonesAnd I search for the fire | |
| Stumbled upon with a precious desire | |
| Travelin' | |
| Jones, well, have you seen the miles? | |
| Have you smelled the whiskey and the smoke | |
| Burnin' out underneath your tires? | |
| Well, Travelin' | |
| Jones, you' re the | |
| Travelin' | |
| JonesWell, 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 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, well, | |
| I' ve seen the miles | |
| I' ve played in every honky tonk bar | |
| Yeah, behind that chicken wire | |
| Well, Travelin' | |
| Jones, you' re the | |
| Travelin' | |
| JonesTell 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 |