Ghost Town

Wipe off that dusty bag and come into our town
Oh come into our town
Kick off those dusty boots, relax try to sit down
Oh relax try to sit down
The girl behind the bar, she smiles though she knows
Yeah, she smiles though she knows
Once treasured, youthful eyes are slowly growing old
We are always growing old

I see I'm going down back to this ghost town
I need you to show me that lonely road
Cause I'll be leaving here before too long
Completely on my own, own, own
I'm going back to the start of it all

I see I'm going down back to this ghost town
I need you to show me that lonely road
Cause I'll be leaving here before too long
Completely on my own, own, own
I'm going back to the start of it all
Cause the devil keeps on calling me back home
I keep going to the start of it all



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Mcmahon
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