Following This Ghost Songtext
von Curtis Eller’s American Circus

I remember thinkin′ it was over
And that man of mine would soon be comin' home
But nowadays, well you can′t depend on nothin'
And I never can get drunk in this house all alone
And the falling of the shadows
Wakes me up when I need you most
And I'm so tired of following this ghost


Your picture frame on the fireplace has rusted
And Abraham Lincoln can go to Hell
Well, for all I care this civil war is just murder
And your yellowed face don′t hardly ring a bell
And the rumors out of Richmond
Echo down in the morning post
And I′m so tired of following this ghost
Oh, I'm so tired of following this ghost

My nights all burn up in this heat and turn to steam
But I know they′re drinkin' on that battlefield
And prayin′ every night just makes me mean

I'm not askin′ much I'm justa
Saying that I can't stay up
And if this thing is ever done
Don′t bother and wake me up to say who won

And the summers are longer every year
And the wind don′t blow down the southeast coast
And I'm so tired of following this ghost
Oh, I′m so tired of following this ghost