LYRIC

Early one morning,
On a cloudy day.
Everything was gray…
People were on their way.

It's turning into a ghost town.
It's turning into a ghost town.
It's turning into a ghost town.

The place was empty,
The sheriff and the deputy were gone.
They left before the dawn.
The miners, they were all gone.

It's turning into a ghost town.
It's turning into a ghost town.
It's turning into a ghost town.
Ghost town
Ghost town.

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