Ghosts We're Buried On

Granddad had a 6 string that he played bad

(Yeah, like that)

But didn't he sing with all the soul he had

On a late night summer time backyard, granddad swoons

Some off-key Willie and Johnny out of tune

I learned quick what a mess a song can fix

When life was shit, we hummed along to it

And our problems went (na na na na na na) gone

That's how we got along

Oh, we got along

Oh I got my soul from the ghosts that we're buried on

I get my love from the cemetery

I got my soul from the ghosts we're buried on

22 Carlton up on High Street, you could come find me

Living with my uncles and my teenaged mother

Grandma and my cousin and a couple others

Wore my 2nd hand shirt, walked in 2nd hand shoes

In a second I'll put on another record, let me choose for ya

How about the Blues Brothers – I can not turn you loose

I learned fast that a mess would never last

Longer than it takes to hum, it's passed

And our problems went (na na na na na na, na na na na na na) gone

That's how we got along

You know, we got along

Oh I got my soul from the ghosts that we're buried on

I get my love from the cemetery

I got my soul from the ghosts we're buried on

I got your soul granddad when you carried on

I kept the load on the road that you tarried on

I got my soul from the ghosts that we're buried on

Soul, soul, soul

Soul, soul, soul

Soul, soul, soul

(If the Lord is kind, rock and roll!)

Soul, soul, soul

(You know I got my soul, don't I got my soul?)

Oh I got my soul from the ghosts that we're buried on

Get my love from the cemetery

I got my soul from the ghosts we're buried on

I got your soul granddad when you carried on

Kept the load on the road that you tarried on

Got my soul from the ghosts that we're buried on

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