Worn Out Ghost
Shirt off my back, hat in my hands,
Workin on the clock of an old-money man. He's calling the trucks to take it away. 'Lotta ghost stories warning you where to sign You can give away your soul with a mark on a line, Can't argue with the law, when you ain't got a say Skies getting darker, sun's settin low Any way looks good when there's nowhere to go. I thought I'd stay here and protect this place, Maybe make a little money, maybe save a little face But now I'm a worn out ghost Standing on his grave. Everyone is staring like I'm caught in a lie My wife don't even know me and she's lookin me in the eye Ain't nothin now we can call our own Cause you gotta own up when Mister Rockefeller calls If there's ten pins in a lane, all of 'em gotta fall Especially when there's a train running through your home. Ain't no life easier than a banker's son Ain't no harder way to go than by the end of a gun. I thought I'd stay here and protect this place, Maybe make a little money, maybe save a little face But now I'm a worn out ghost Standing on his grave. California's got a sun that shines every day They got so much money, they're just giving it away And maybe she's crazy enough to leave Dirt clouds hang like an iodine screen And no matter where ya go, ya come back to where you been And only a fool walks out with his heart on his sleeve See the coal steam pillars rise in the east When you're looking straight into the heart of the beast. I thought I'd stay here and protect this place, Maybe make a little money, maybe save a little face But now I'm a worn out ghost Standing on his grave. |
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