Vagabond Blues Blues Traveler (Ft. Dirty Heads & Rome Ramirez)

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