Ghost of the Eastern Seaboard

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