To them ghosts who write history books,
all them ghosts who write songs,
now everyone asks, would you write one about me?
To them ghosts in the train yard,
all them ghosts in my drink,
your money's no good here,
just write one about me.
And when you go where the winds are strong,
when you go where flowers bend,
please take along all the best of my luck
and come back unchanged
with your demons all tame and your flowers uncut.
And when you go
where the winds are strong,
where soldiers carve their stones,
please take along all the best of my luck
and come back unchanged
with your demons all tame and your flowers uncut.
To them ghosts who write history books,
all them ghosts who write songs,
everyone asks, would you write one about me?
To them ghosts in the train yard, all
them ghosts in my drink,
your money's no good here,
just write one about me.
Would you write one about me?