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I'm just a traveler passing through I wont haunt or bother youThough 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 railAnd 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 valleyIn the middle is where you'll find me. In a bath tube for a boat, my passage I did floatOn the banks of the dock of he cityCuz in the fire of the devils den, life the gray coated menThat 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.Letras de cancionesAnd the ripple that rose on the waterAnd the hard hearted moon of the sea And the shadow that falls on the valleyIn the middle is where you find me.Ten little flavorsTen little stonesSleep little babies. You'll never know, where you ever know. Years ago my lid was sealedThrough me down in the Potters field We're the souls of the long and forgotten.Though my name is dead and goneI remain a carryin on and I roam with an old band of brothers. If you strum that ancient stream, you may call my spirit inOr if you blow on the horn of the whistle.By an old pile of nails. I might stop and listen thereWhere the wren pulls her nest from the thistle.And the ripple that rose on the waterAnd the high rolling wave out at seaAnd the Shadow that falls on the valleyI'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 mountainIf you scramble up the streetWont you stay a while for meWatch the while rolling winds was the island. From Letras Mania