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BUS CALLED CEMETERY
(Austin Hughes - © Austin Hughes Music, ASCAP)
And maybe the ghost of you will keep on dropping by
Like in the opium days and those vibrant nights
While I ride the bus they call cemetery
I’m lost but you keep on finding me
You never were Mr. Right, only Mr. Right Now
Through an invisible heart the wind does howl
Spin me one more waltz in your quicksilver arms
We’ll love like we’re already gone
Close my eyes tight
You flicker in a spotted suit of white
Moon kills the sun at last
I was mad about you but not stark raving mad
And maybe we’ll wave hello to Miss Marie Laveau
St. Louis 1 2 3 - singin’ out from below
While I ride the bus that they call cemetery
I’m gone but you won’t set me free
Close my eyes tight
You flicker in a spotted suit of white
Moon kills the sun at last
I was mad about you but not stark raving mad
O honey your name was ghostwritten upon my heart
But it wasn’t you - I knew that from the start
Maybe you’re still around walking these dirty streets
I blow a farewell kiss to thee
From a bus called cemetery
I’m lost, but don’t you try and find me
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