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Tell me a ghost story tonight, my darlin',
The one about a lover lost at sea;
You know the one I mean, where she goes crazy,
When he keeps showing up in every dream.
Tell me a story that will chill my marrow,
Tell me a tale to make my skin crawl back;
Something to take my mind off what I'm thinking,
Something to save me from this heart attack.
I thought I heard a scream, I thought I heard a shot,
The rain was cryin' foul, wind warning don't get caught;
I thought I saw you run, the moon looked the other way,
Now here you sit, your hair is wet, your eyes are red,
And I am dying.
There must be some way to make this ending easy,
Must be some way to bring the hero home;
A twist of narrative no one sees coming,
A blend of mystery and magic bones.
I need to hear your version right now, darlin',
While everything is fresh inside your head;
And every smell still makes your low lip quiver,
Tell me, especially, the parts I dread.
I thought I heard a scream, I thought I heard a shot,
The rain was cryin' foul, wind warning don't get caught;
I thought I saw you run, the moon looked the other way,
Now here you sit, your hair is wet, your eyes are red,
And I'm dying.
I thought I heard a scream, I thought I heard a shot,
The rain was cryin' foul, wind warning don't get caught;
I thought I saw you run, the moon looked the other way,
Now here you sit, your hair is wet, your eyes are red,
And I am dying.
Tell me a ghost story tonight, my darlin',
The one about a lover lost at sea;
You know the one I mean, where she goes crazy,
When he keeps showing up in every dream.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah.