Joe Bonamassa - The ghost of macon jones

^F#mWhere the river keeps on rollin', time marches on ^F#mThe sun hides in the shadows, you know where you belong ^BmYou walk in the silence readin' names on the ^F#mstones ^DYou can roll with the tide, but you can't ^C#hide From the ^Aghost of Macon ^F#mJones

^F#mWell they always came to church, sat up in the back ^F#mDrank the holy water, dapper dressed in black ^BmAway from the rich folk where they let down his ^F#mbones Now they ^Dwhisper at the ^C#sermons They can hear the ^Aghost of Macon J^F#mones

^F#mFrom the time he was a child, it was easy to make friends ^F#mSome swore they found, right up to the end When he j^Bmumped off that bridge they just watched and went back ^F#mhome They all ^Dcried to their mommas that they ^C#saw The ^Aghost of Macon J^F#mones

In the ^Bmnights,^A right ^F#malong In your f^Aight,^E just stay str^F#mong

In the i^Bmll-fated wind^A, just^F#m go Yeah you ^Aneed to unlearn^E, what you've been ^F#mtold

^F#mNo one knows what happened, 'cause the truth will often lie ^F#mWidows swear he loved 'em, he was born to make them cry S^Bmometimes a man believes he's destined to go at this life ^F#malone If you ^Dhead down that cold river you'll f^C#eel The g^Ahost of Macon J^F#mones

^F#mSome say he died, with a smile on his face ^F#mOthers say he cried, he never found his place If you ^Bmlisten to your fears you might hear his restless ^F#mmoan When they start dig^Dging up your dirt You'll me^C#et the g^Ahost of Macon J^F#mones If you se^De your reflection in the wa^C#ter That's the ^Aghost of Macon ^F#mJones