Vagabond Blues - Blues Traveler, Rome Ramirez, Dirty Heads

I’m just chasin' the wind whisperin' Willie Nelson

Thirteen knots if I’m caughts where I’m restin'

A dead man’s hand and I got all my chips in

Ace high, 8 low, thunder in the distance

My trail leads west, desperado on a mission

Vagabond blues when I hear the train whistlin'

No rest for the wicked, I’ll sleep when I’m buried

No name on my tombstone, call me Huckleberry

Yeah

Out there Jared’s got a whiskey

I hope that no one’ll miss me

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

Out there Jared’s got a whiskey

I hope that no one’ll miss me

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

I keep movin' on like vagabond, but leave the fire on

Illuminate the light at night so I can find my way back home

You never know what’s told, we might be old or all be dead at dawn

The Devil knows I’m sold, he’s sitting shotgun, ride along

Rabid dog fight, foaming, rabid dog bite

All these words are muddy water like I’m fishing with some dynamite

Dead to rights, pistol sights, pine box filled at night

They just might close it tight, man, it will be our night, yeah

My bones grown damn brittle

Every line in my face is a riddle

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

My bones grown damn brittle

Every line in my face is a riddle

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

Met a girl who needed help

Felt that I could share the wealth

Picked her up, talked a bit

Laughed about our pain within

She was Ruby and I was I

And while she glistened, I’d just lie

Every word that she said

Echoed like drums in my head

Years have passed and I grew old

And traveled 'round in search for her

She took my heart, and took my gold

Another vagabond love story told

High road, never been a preacher

Fool’s gold, always been a-teachin'

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

Well, I’m dyin' lookin' at the pictures

All my lies never gonna fix her

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

When I’m gone, when I’m gone

I couldn’t tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

When I’m gone, gone