A Ghost to Most - Drive-By Truckers

I guess I’ll never grow a sideburn

It’s a shame with all I got to go between

I hope somebody’s cause takes soon

It’s getting hard to find a place a root can sink

Mama said alot of things and «be thankful"was the one she never minded saying

twice

Thanks to her I can think clear enough

To be thankful she died before tonight

Saving everyone takes a man on a mission

With a swagger that can set the world at ease

Some believe it’s God’s own hand on the trigger

And the other dumping water in the streets

Talking tough is easy when it’s other people’s evil

And you’re judging what they do and don’t believe

It seems to me you would have to have a hole your own

To point a finger at somebody else’s sheet

Baby every bone in my body’s gone to jumping

Like they’re gonna come through my skin

If they could get along without the rest of me, it wouldn’t matter if they did

But skeletons ain’t got no place to stick their money

Nobody makes britches that size

And besides you’re a ghost to most before they notice

That you ever had a hair or a hide

I don’t know how good it does a man

To keep on telling him how good it is he’s free

Free to wash his ghost down the drain

And free for them to tell him there’s no such a thing