LET OUT THE GHOST

LET OUT THE GHOST
Em, Em7, A, C7, Em, B7, Em  (bluesy)

The pages dropped, like a wooden bomb
And split a rail, right into the skin
Nobody said, anything at all
Even the gods, had turned their backs on them

The bullets lined up, in their flag draped coffins
And the oil rain, turned the lightening to black
No one cared, that the twilight was still gleaming
And the last crosses, piled up in a stack

At last upon, the wings of white doves
With a razor will, and knives made of iron
He rained down on them, with tongues of flame
But nobody could stand, for the sound of the siren

And I am carving a wooden heart, hanging from the white oak tree
Out in the fields of heaven, right down to the bone
And no one can see, the kingdom of the rising son
We are all standing in the fire, just waiting to go home

CHORUS
Em, C, Em, C, Em, C, Em, D, Am, C, Em

Let out the ghost
from the road
in the cross
We pay in blood
and nobody ever gets off

Broken blue dreams
down lonesome heart road
All the cars drive backwards
and nobody knows where to go

REPEAT AND FADE
C7, Em, C7, Em..............

Well steal my soul, from the flesh on the bone
Tattered and broken down, still trying to be born

Well steal my soul, from the flesh on the bone
Tattered and broken down, still trying to be born