Some Kind of Ghost Songtext
von Black Rebel Motorcycle Club

Down two crossroads you lay
Sweet Lord, I′m coming home to stay
Sworn your last turn thrown
Sweet Lord, I'm coming home for good
Oh, whoa sweet Lord, I′m coming home
Oh, oh whoa where are you gonna go?


The sweetest souls get their fill
If you tell me the best know your number chill
Famous name, they got paid
Sweet Lord, it's written on their face
Oh, oh, oh when we gonna get ghost
Oh, oh, oh sweet Lord, come home

Don't feel like some kind of ghost
Don′t feel like some kind of ghost
Don′t feel like some kind of ghost
Don't feel like some kind of ghost