“I’ve got these ghost town blues, With nothing left to lose, The noose swings high up on the gallows in  the wind, I’ve got these ghost town blues, I feel like an undertaker dressed in black but no one left for dead, She left me in a heartbeat, And now there’s no one left to sleep in my bed, Where laughs and cries and memories were once, Now lie and tumbleweeds and dust and an empty graveyard”

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