The Ghost of Macon Jones

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 laid 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 mamas that they saw the ghost of Macon Jones

In the nights

Ride 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 this life alone

If you head down that cold river, you'll feel the ghost of Macon Jones

Some say that 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 diggin' 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