This town is dead
I am the ghost
A shadow of these spooky streets
From riverbed to battlefield
I stir with solemn specters
As hills besieged with screams
Of fallen Yankee renegades
And restless rebel revenants
Still haunt my union dreams
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
This town is dead
I am the ghost
A shadow of these spooky streets
From riverbed to battlefield
I stir with solemn specters
As hills besieged with screams
Of fallen Yankee renegades
And restless rebel revenants
Still haunt my union dreams
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