Treasure Island

Aldo Kraas

(July 15 1964 / Sao Paulo Brazil)

GHOST ROAD BLUES


Ghost road blues
I walk down the ghost road
In the evening
Good thing it still day light outside
The reason is because it still summer
Ghost road blues
Ghost road is busy with lots of trafic during the day
But at night it is dead like a ghost
Not even a sound I hear
I find it amazing
Ghost road blues
There is no other road I would rather live on than on ghost road
That road is full of trees
And at the end of the road there is a park
The people who own dogs take them to the park for a walk while they Go for walk also
Ghost road blues
Ghost road blues
Ghost road blues
Ghost road blues
Ghost road blues
Ghost road blues

Submitted: Monday, October 09, 2006
Edited: Thursday, October 14, 2010
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