ghost town
Ridin' through the wild with a heart that's free, Your memory's a shadow that's followin' me. Down the busy streets where the tumbleweeds roll, I'm a lonesome cowboy with a yearnin' soul. Ain't no place to hide, not a single retreat, At every corner's turn, it's your memory I meet. As the sun dips low, with a fiery frown, I wander these roads where our love went down. The scent of your perfume, a ghost on the breeze, Sees your face in my mind, no whiskey can ease. Swear I feel you here, though you're long gone now, This heart's stuck in a ghost town, tryin' to figure how. Every sunset that I burn, every star in the sky, Speaks your name softly as the night rolls by. Every dirt road I take, every dream I chase down, I'm searchin' for you in this old ghost town.
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