Joe Bonamassa — The Ghost Of Macon Jones

Well the river keeps on rollin', time marches on The sun hides in the shadows, you know where you belong You walk in the silence readin' names on the stones You can roll with the tide, but you can't hide From the ghost of Macon Jones Well they always came to church, sat up in the back Drank the holy water, dapper dressed in black Away from the rich folk where they let down his bones Now they whisper at the sermons They can hear the ghost of Macon Jones From the time he was a child, it was easy to make friends Some swore they found, right up to the end When he jumped off that bridge they just watched and went back home They all cried to their momma's that they saw The ghost of Macon Jones In the nights, right along In your fight, just stay strong In the ill-fated wind, just go Yeah you need to unlearn, what you've been told No one knows what happened, 'cause the truth will often lie Widows swear he loved 'em, he was born to make them cry Sometimes a man believes he's destined to go at this life alone If you head down that cold river you'll feel The ghost of Macon Jones Some say he died, with a smile on his face Others say he cried, he never found his place If you listen to your fears you might hear his restless moan When they start digging up your dirt You'll meet the ghost of Macon Jones If you see your reflection in the water That's the ghost of Macon Jones