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 a Jackson Wilson Must be the ghost of a Jackson Wilson Rattlin' the bones of an 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