Ghost - Black River Delta

this aint no place

this aint no place for the weary kind

this aint no place for you girl

just try to leave it all behind

it’s to late for you to try now

I bring my gun and I make you fly

ah ah ah ah ah…

this aint no place

this aint no place for you wandering souls

this aint no place for you girl

don’t you come around no more

accumulate the places you’ve been to

and go home to rest your soul

this aint no place

this aint no place for your ragged bones

you have your ways

you have your ways for drinking alone

I see you in my mirror at nighttime

and at the cemetery where you are born

ah ah ah ah ah…