Ghost in Every Town Songtext
von Emily Scott Robinson

The kind of country store where you can only pay in cash
For a Power Ball and a gallon worth of gas
The kind of day that you wash down with a second beer
In the kind of bar where you go to disappear

The kind of pills that gets you through a shift
Numb the back pain when there′s heavy loads to lift
The kind of frozen food that passes for a meal
The kind of desperate that forces you to kneel

Every day just like the one before
That's your body′s breakin' down
They make a year that's like the one before
You′re still a ghost in every town
You′re still a ghost in every town


The kind of trailer park where people come and go
But you pay on time and keep the curtains closed
The kind of Christmas that brought a three day storm
And you burned up all the propane stayin' warm
The kind of winter days that′s dark by four o'clock
You gotta brace yourself just to take a walk
The kind of cold that gets inside your bones
The kind of howlin′ you can only do alone

Every day just like the one before
That's your body′s breakin' down
They make a year that's like the one before
You′re still a ghost in every town
You′re still a ghost in every town

You're still a ghost in every town