Ghost of the Eastern Seaboard - The Stanfields

Ships in the night on a Tangier shore

Flashing signals back and forth

Old hands on the smuggler’s run

Mexican drugs and American guns

The pay is better than jiggin' a line

Or wasting away in a deep coal mine

A regular guy getting what he can

A 21st century unemployed man

Even though they’ll never catch me

They never have and they never will

I’m the ghost on the eastern seaboard

Living the life, getting my fill

I wish my daddy could see me now

He withered away at the furrow and plow

He hoped for his boy like every man does

To become the man he never was

My brother called me from the city today

Told me his boy was blown away

The shire town is overrun

With Mexican drugs and American guns

Even though they’ll never catch me

They never have and they never will

I’m the ghost of the eastern seaboard

Blood on my hands, riddled with guilt