As I leaned on the hood of your daddy’s old car
I positioned one hand outta sight
He said “Son make sure you take good care of her
Bring her back safe at the end of the night”
“Yes sir”, I replied with a skip of my heart
“For I am an honorable man”
He said “I wasn’t talking about the girl you little fool”
As he shoved those car keys in my hand
He sang Oh-La-La-La, Oh-La-La-La, Oh-La-La-La-Oh
As we drove that old Ford right down the Port Road
Straight on into the night
Well I noticed the look and the mist in your eyes
As the dust settled onto the track
You’d been trying so hard for year after year
Just hoping his love would come back
But his heart was too cold and his words were so rough
They worked their way under your skin
So we boosted his car and stepped on the gas
And we found a new place to begin
We sang Oh-La-La-La, Oh-La-La-La, Oh-La-La-La-Oh
As we drove that old Ford right down the Port Road
Straight on into the night
But that baggage you carried was stronger than steel
It followed us from town to town
And no matter how hard, I tried to lift it
It insisted on weighing you down
‘Til there came the evening you gave up the fight
And took that long walk on your own
And at 7am, the sun slowly rose
On your body weighed down by the stone
You sang Oh-La-La-La, Oh-La-La-La, Oh-La-La-La-Oh
As we drove that old Ford right down the Port Road
Straight on into the night
As I leaned on the hood of your daddy’s old car
Saw nothing but black sky and lights
I scattered your ashes over the bay
And I prayed that you’d sleep safe tonight
credits
from Ghost Town,
released September 25, 2014
Nathan Seeckts - Vocals, Guitar
Chris Black -Guitar, Vocals
Steve Dunning -Bass
Mark McLeod - Drums
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