Potter's Field Lyrics

I'm just a traveler passing 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 killed 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 passage I did float
On the banks of the dock of he city
Cuz in the fire of the devils den, live 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 hear 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 in the ally
In the middle is where you find me
Ten little flavors
Ten little stones
Sleep little babies
You'll never know, where you ever go
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 white rolling winds wash the island

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