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 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.
