Blues Traveler is a rock band, formed in Princeton, New Jersey in 1987. The… Read Full Bio ↴Blues Traveler is a rock band, formed in Princeton, New Jersey in 1987. The band's music covers a variety of genres, including blues rock, psychedelic rock, folk rock, soul, and Southern rock.
Currently, the group comprises singer and harmonica player John Popper, guitarist Chan Kinchla, drummer Brendan Hill, bassist Tad Kinchla and keyboardist Ben Wilson. Tad Kinchla and Ben Wilson joined the band following the death of original bassist Bobby Sheehan in 1999.
While Blues Traveler is best known among fans for their improvisational live shows, the general public is most familiar with the group from their Top 40 singles "Run-Around" and "Hook". They gained mainstream popularity after their fourth studio album four, released in 1994. Sheehan's death and Popper's struggle with obesity put a damper on the group's success, and A&M dropped the band in 2002.

Vagabond Blues
Blues Traveler Lyrics

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

My bones grown damn brittle
Every line in my face is a riddle
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

My bones grown damn brittle
Every line in my face is a riddle
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

Met a girl who needed help
Felt that I could share the wealth
Picked her up, talked a bit
Laughed about our pain within
She was Ruby and I was I
And while she glistened, I'd just lie

Every word that she said
Echoed like drums in my head
Years have passed and I grew old
And traveled 'round in search for her
She took my heart, and took my gold
Another vagabond love story told
High road, never been a preacher
Fool's gold, always been a-teachin'
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

Well, I'm dyin' lookin' at the pictures
All my lies never gonna fix her
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong

When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong
When I'm gone, when I'm gone
I couldn't tell ya 'bout the right or wrong
When I'm gone, gone

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

Written by: DUSTIN BUSHNELL, BRENDAN HILL, CHANDLER DAREN KINCHLA, THADDEUS KINCHLA, JOHN POPPER, ROME RAMIREZ, JARED WATSON, BRENDAN WILSON, CHANDLER KINCHLA

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