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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 |
