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Cobalt & the Hired Guns
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Ghost of the Road
She's in love with a ghost, swallowed by the road Like a ship lost at sea, he never comes home The ghost packs his clothes, leaves shoes on the floor Lightly kisses her cheek, and deadbolts the door
Vacation resorts all over the world But he wears all black, never steps out the door The pool's always closed when he heads to bed With an early call where they'll work him to death.
She, she, she don't put him out She, she is left playing both parts They count themselves blessed, it's more than luck they know True love is the shepherd of the ghost, the ghost of the road
A place left at meals, one side of the bed Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com In love with a memory, like paying respects He haunts hotel bars but goes back alone And he talks to his son, 'Dad when you comin' home?'
She, she, she don't put him out She, she is left playing both parts They count themselves blessed, it's more than luck they know True love is the shepherd of the ghost, the ghost of the road
He watches his friends dropping like flies Sucked up by the road losing daughters and wives He kisses the sand and cradles his son To an empty sky prays his travels are done
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