I live in a ghost townnbut they leave me benI lock up at nightnand sleep with the keynI cut all the grassnand plow all the snownhang the Christmas lightsnover the fire down belownin this ghost townnnI live in a ghost townnin the house I was bornnsome look at my doornand see the eye of the stormnbut the floor boards are strongnand my roof keeps me drynjust me and the squattersnwho money can't prynfrom a ghost townnnI live in a ghost townnout on PA 61nwhere the flowers still bloomnand the rays from the sunnare the same ones that warm younand point your way homenand beat down on the marblenthat will grace your headstonenit's a ghost townnnI am the town fathersnain't no blight 'round herenjust the arrogance of progressnand the poison of fearnI'm judge and I'm juryntax collector and copnfireman and mayornI'll work 'till I dropnin this ghost townnnI live in a ghost townnI'll die in one toonthe spirits mean no harmnthey're just passing throughnbut stay longer than mostntell me what's wrong with that?nthis place gets in your veinsnand lays you down flatnit's a ghost townnnI live in a ghost townnself conscious no morenignore the wall tappingnand the creaks of my floornand the shadows that lingernwhen I play the good hostnat least we've got each othernand that's more than mostnin this ghost townnnI am the town fathersnain't no blight 'round herenjust the arrogance of progressnand the poison of fearnI'm judge and I'm juryntax collector and copnfireman and mayornI'll work 'till I dropnin this ghost townnnI live in a ghost townnbut they leave me benI lock up at nightnand sleep with the keynI cut all the grassnand plow all the snownhang the Christmas lightsnover the fire down belownin this ghost town