Sally Fingerett

She’s walking up and down the street
Been around a time or two
There’s no one that she’d like to meet
She enjoys the quiet - she’s a ghost town girl
Living in a ghost town - that girl
Leaning on the bakery wall
Tattered awnings frayed
Colors that are almost gone
Life can sometimes fade that way
Ghost town girl- you’re living in a ghost town, hey girl

Living half dead in a half dead town
Makes sense to her
When you’re half mad it's a half mad world
So you might as well live here, in a ghost town

Folks wonder why she just don’t leave
Why don’t she get up and go
The way she walks the streets at night
Kinda’ spooky don’t ya know
She’s a ghost . . . town girl
Living in a ghost town, that girl

There’s no one left to make her happy here
That handsome one, he’s gone
It’s not as though she walks the street in fear
There’s no one left to do her wrong - in a ghost town

Living half dead in a half dead town
Makes sense to her
When you’re half mad, it’s a half mad world
So you might as well settle down

In a ghost town

©1993 Sally Fingerett, Green Fingers Music, BMI