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