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.