Texty: Oh Susanna. Jackson Wilson.

Medicine bottle

And a preachin' bone

Boxcar daughter

And a Blackfoot tombstone



Cheyenne slaughter

Up at Sandcreek Road

Standin' in the water

Full of six steel jacket holes



And it must be the ghost of a Jackson Wilson

Must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson

Must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson

Rattlin' the bones of old hooker Jim



Chickasaw rope

On the union plains

Captain Jack hung low

In the Mankato jail



Knockin' on the door

With a Colt '38

Sayin' "Did ya see Little Crow

Flyin' away Jane?"



It must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson

Must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson

Must be the ghost of Jackson Wilson

Rattlin' the bones of old hooker Jim