Yodeling Ghost

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Everybody in the valley has a strange tale to tell The story of the home of your house and the ghost of the olive oil We only tell the tale of a young wind ghost When the moon is high, you could hear this woman's ghostly whale, but there was no ghost inside She put your hole in the cellar, she put your hole in the halls

When the clock struck midnight, you could hear her best of all Ooh, Ooh Well women folks that they believe It was went out through the place about the men folks all insisted They could feel her fun been braised Well the women were a jealous lie So they burned the old house down There's nothing left, my hair is now But you can still look round

She holds in the valley And she holds in the hills She only steals, suck comes up And everything is still I don't think we're the only one