A Ghost To Most

I guess I'll never grow a sideburnit's a shame with all

I got to go between

I hope somebody's cause takes soonit's getting hard to find a place a root can sinkmama said alot of things and "be thankful" was the one she never minded saying twicethanks to her

I can think clear enoughto be thankful she died before tonightsaving everyone takes a man on a missionwith a swagger that can set the world at easesome believe it's

God's own hand on the triggerand the other dumping water in the streetstalking tough is easy when it's other people's eviland you're judging what they do and don't believeit seems to me you would have to have a hole your ownto point a finger at somebody else's sheetbaby every bone in my body's gone to jumpinglike they're gonna come through my skinif they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn't matter if they didbut skeletons ain't got no place to stick their moneynobody makes britches that sizeand besides you're a ghost to most before they noticethat you ever had a hair or a hide

I don't know how good it does a manto keep on telling him how good it is he's freefree to wash his ghost down the drainand free for them to tell him there's no such a thing