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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ryan Bingham
Vocals
Marc Ford
Electric Guitar
Brian Standefer
Cello
Matt Smith
Percussion
Corby Schaub
Electric Guitar
Jeb Venable
Bass Guitar
Terry Allen
Vocals
Bukka Allen
Accordion
Joe Allen
Bass Guitar
Rick Lonow
Percussion
Stepahne Beaussard
Banjo
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Bingham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Anthony Arvisu
Mixing Engineer
Marc Ford
Producer
Jeff Lewis
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Krepinevich
Assistant Recording Engineer
David Ferguson
Engineer
Shawn Howard
Assistant Producer
Lucas Hogue
Assistant Producer
Kevin Bartley
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
An empty sack of dust or just a box of bones
Well, 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, 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' Jones
Well, 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' 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
Writer(s): George Ryan Bingham
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