The Ghost Of Macon Jones - Joe Bonamassa

Where 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 mommas 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 on the water

That’s the ghost of Macon Jones