Ghost Of Travelin' Jones 歌词

	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

	zuo qu : 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

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