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Cobalt & the Hired Guns
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Ghost of the Road
She's in love with a ghost, swallowed by the road
Like a ship lost at sea, he never comes home
The ghost packs his clothes, leaves shoes on the floor
Lightly kisses her cheek, and deadbolts the door
Vacation resorts all over the world
But he wears all black, never steps out the door
The pool's always closed when he heads to bed
With an early call where they'll work him to death.
She, she, she don't put him out
She, she is left playing both parts
They count themselves blessed, it's more than luck they know
True love is the shepherd of the ghost, the ghost of the road
A place left at meals, one side of the bed
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In love with a memory, like paying respects
He haunts hotel bars but goes back alone
And he talks to his son, 'Dad when you comin' home?'
She, she, she don't put him out
She, she is left playing both parts
They count themselves blessed, it's more than luck they know
True love is the shepherd of the ghost, the ghost of the road
He watches his friends dropping like flies
Sucked up by the road losing daughters and wives
He kisses the sand and cradles his son
To an empty sky prays his travels are done
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