Ghost Town

Oh those round the campfire they tell that tells to you They sound so fantastic you can't believe it But part they are travelers and cobblers of ground Listen to them all those stories and all those sounds Be star-dessert as the building stumbling down You'd have the graveyard, the spooks are chasing round

The cry of the coyote, the only living sound Poisoned now horses left the old ghost town Air stands the old saloon, where they drink from noon Never a thought about tomorrow, being perfume Gone song have been too soft The sheriff has gone west, outlaws cross the border With bullets in their chest, food hill is deserted on the map

It can't be found, that's the ending of the story of an old ghost town That's the ending of the story of an old ghost town