Ghost Town

Three taxis my father owned
Before the troubles and life was good
People flocked to our home
We had the first TV
In the neighbourhood

When it all came down
He bought some land
Not far away
Just at the top
At the top of the bay

From there he would stare
Days when the dust didn't fill the air
At the ghost town

Well he got back in the saddle
To put food on the table
Day in, day out
Still he lived, yes he lived
Under a cloud
One day he died of a broken heart
On account of what had been left behind
They're building up the coast now
He'd be a rich man if he were still around
They're building up the coast now
He'd be a rich man
Staring at the ghost town



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