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Old Ghost Rd.

well he was 16 years old
drinking wild irish rose
with a dead haired beauty
past the kaufman county line
old man colman
called him mister son
said don't go past that line

Can't go back
Can't go back
Can't go back
to old ghost rd.

HE made love to her
In the cold black sand
under the graveyard sky
he held her in his hands
small as a bird
can't tell blonde from
white in the fog

Can't go back
Can't go back
Can't go back
to Old Ghost rd.

Lost his tounge in his head
just a little kiss
listen to the bell toll for the dead
hands like a scarecrow
heart made of straw
moon the color of gasoline
where'd he put his match

Can't go back
Can't go back
Can't go Back
To old ghost rd.

Left her there for the crow to find
they say she walks these winds
and biding her nights
stories are whispered
no one belives the tales
gamble with the dead
out past the Rock Island rail

Can't go back
Can't go back
Can't go back
To old ghost rd.