Oh, in the Grey that I call home In the lonesome I call home In the Grey ghost that I call In the grey, grey that I call home
Oh, he not Walk out the now He will not out the river He not walk out the river, singing
Dont fall through the Dont fall them Dont fall through the Dont fall them
On the in Memphis With the boom box, nodding out,
Dont through the stars fall through them Dont fall the stars Dont fall through Dont through the stars
Oh, in the ghost that I call home In the Stony lonesome I call In the Grey ghost that I call In the grey, grey ghost I call home
In the trail of the And the light upon the He has staked thoughts And the is undivided, singing
Dont fall through the Dont fall through Dont fall through the Dont fall them
Sleepy-eyed, the man is Out into the night,
fall through the stars Dont fall them Dont through the stars Dont through them fall through the stars
Embracing hard-luck citizen Disgraced like strange Bob Balaban And your heels down in the sand And
In the Grey ghost that I call In the Stony I call home In the Grey that I call home In the grey, grey ghost that I home
Oh, in the ghost that I call home In the lonesome I call home In the Grey that I call home In the grey, grey that I call home
In the grey, grey that I call home In the grey, ghost that I call home