I'm just a traveler pa**ing through I won't haunt or bother you Though you could put an end to my story You could call me ol' Jack.You might have seen me caped in black As I roam the streets of the village And in her long flowing hair. You might find my story there Though it was not my own hand that k**ed her I went down to the moonlight trail. Road out on the rail And began my long life of journey And the ripple that rose on the water And the high rolling wave out at sea And the Shadow that flies on the valley In the middle is where you'll find me In a bath tube for a boat, my pa**age I did float On the banks of the dock of he city Cuz in the fire of the devils den, life the gray coated men That lost all my hopes and my two brothers So I wondered in the west settled down. Did my best But my heart was unsteady and restless To the room on Houston street. Where the pawn poets would meet And we poured out the wine of the ages And the ripple that rose on the water And the hard hearted moon of the sea And the shadow that falls on the valley In the middle is where you find me Ten little flavors Ten little stones Sleep little babies. You'll never know, where you ever know Years ago my lid was sealed Through me down in the Potters field We're the souls of the long and forgotten Though my name is dead and gone I remain a carryin on and I roam with an old band of brothers If you strum that ancient stream, you may call my spirit in Or if you blow on the horn of the whistle By an old pile of nails. I might stop and listen there Where the wren pulls her nest from the thistle And the ripple that rose on the water And the high rolling wave out at sea And the Shadow that falls on the valley I'm the middle is where you'll find me High above the Cullin wharf . Stands the ol' mound of stone In the mist and the stone and the mountain If you scramble up the street Won't you stay a while for me Watch the while rolling winds was the island