GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

Do-si-doe here we go As I grab my Tele to sell my soul Spin me round reap what I sow All for the love of rock ‘n roll Down at the last chance saloon Everybody singin them blues Red-eyed beat up, black ‘n blue Down at the last chance saloon I’m just a white trash socialite A debutante of the party life King bee o’ the buzz ‘n lights All for the love of those crazy nights Repeat chorus A foot in the gutter a foot in the grave With a suicide king & ace of spades I know that there’s hell to pay All for the love of them wicked way
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

This bottles gotta help me somethin’s really got me I got no where to turn I've been hangin tooth & nail patient as a snail Hoping I don’t crash & burn It’s scaring me to death to think about the rest Of my life as a bittersweet song But I finally realized when it took me by surprise Now I’m left to wonder on As my tongue is a bleedin & the words are a breakin A little too little too late My body lyin still as my mind starts to achin A little too little too late Yeah my tongue is a bleedin as my mind starts to achin A little too little too late A little too little I’m feelin’ belittled a little too little too late I still don’t understand as I try to make a plan Under smokey barroom lights I could drink myself a river but it won’t drown the shivers Make everything alright I know there’ll come a time when I’ll stop to wonder why The hell I just don’t give it up And will it be worth the sacrifice & hurt When there’s no guarantees it’ll all work Repeat chorus In this house as I sit all alone I’m wonderin Feelin like a leaf in the breeze I hear the echo’s of a voice tellin me I got a choice And I think it’s time to redeem But when the moon kills the sun & it’s time to get along And these walls won’t let me out I wish I had a wreckin ball waiting on my beckon call So I could knock those fuckin walls down
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

It’s dog days & a cold hard life Blowin it up under red hot lights Kickin it round dusk till dawn My body’s hurts from too much wrong Deep in a hole & it’s fillin with rain The light in the tunnel’s a runaway train But I’m workin real hard payin my dues Got no worries I got nothin’ to lose Cos there ain’t no rest for the wicked Ain’t no sleep till your dead There ain’t no rest for the wicked When you play in a rock n roll band Me & my guitar’s been through allot I used to have two but one’s in hock We share this life through good & bad I’ll have no regrets when I’m lookin back
Ghostowne
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

I wake up in the lion’s den waiting for the roar I put myself together & climb in my old ford Work my fingers to the bone, drag my ass home at night Into the arms of my girl & pour me a cold bud-light Cos’ I’m just a blue collar, workin’ man, tryin’ to do all I can Living between pay checks Looking for a break from the one’s who’ve got it made & hoping that I’ll be next Cos I’m up to my neck… livin in debt… Thanks to my uncle sam, I got the workin’ man I got the workin’ man blues When pharmaceutical companies & taxman take their slice It leaves me so damn poor I can’t even spend the night I don’t mean to be downhearted it’s just my point of view But if I had a bit mo’ money I probably sing a different tune
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

I get this feelin that I’m needin a drink Had the worst damn day of the worst damn week so cover me And let me sip from your nectar wine Sticky sweet & so sublime, set me free sting me With that barbed wire, barbed wire rose A barbed wire, barbed wire rose Razor sharp, wild at heart, beautiful Like a barbed wire barbed wire rose Wrap your wings around my golden heart And show me the way to a brand new start & cover me Whispers to me in your silver tongue Pierce my flesh with a simple touch, set me free sting me Breathe me in with all your might Drown me in your warm sunshine & cover me Your givin me the hee bee jee bee crush Cos’ your love’s pure ‘n venomous, set me free sting me
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

I really do appreciate The love you give & time you make So keep me close to your heart Cos I’ve got big plans for you & me I’ll give you both the sky & sea But all I’ve got right now is this song So ya gotta have a little faith that our love will lead the way Ya gotta have a little faith that our love will lead the way You can always hold my hand When its feelin like no one understands I’ll pick up the pieces & make you whole I hope you know in the name of love That pretty soon we’ll rise above But all we’ve got right now is this song
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

A gambling man can’t always play safe So take a good look at the way that I play Got my girl right by my side And she gonna help me make it big tonight So, I raise my glass for a toast & a cheer With no fame or fortune she volunteers Hell, lady luck’s changed the atmosphere So roll them bones there ain’t no losers here And rub my dice honey work it real good Take your time don’t be cruel One more chance to take me over that line Come on baby let me see those snake eyes Another year older & it’s hard to admit The years get quicker the older I get But there’s always one thing that makes my head spin Don’t it feel good honey, to be livin in sin
Ghostowne
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

Oh, them dust n’ bones, dust ‘n bones Made from devil’s own, yeah them dust n’ bones Oh, them dust ‘n bones, they come from hell below Cos, them dust ‘n bones, they gon’ steal your soul It don’t matter what’s wrong or right When you’re the fuse for their dynamite & it’s burnin’ down ready to ignite Cos’ that ain’t oil that’s gonna spill tonight Repeat chorus Here come the jackals here come them crows Rippin’ at your mind pickin’ at them bones Get that wicked shovel ‘n dig a deep dark hole May god have mercy on your soul
Ghostowne
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

I gon’ love my baby all night long I’m gon’ rock her till the break of dawn Said I love my baby I won’t tell you no lie Cos’ she the sugar in my coffee & the apple of my eye I gon’ drink my baby till her body run dry I’m gon’ satisfy this burnin’ desire I gon’ drink my baby get drunk from her love She the sugar in my coffee & the one I been dreamin’ of I love my baby with this heart of mine I can’t believe that she’s so damn fine Yes I love my baby deep as the oceans go She the sugar in my coffee & the honey butter for my roll Yeah I’m gonna shake my baby like a wild mustang I’m gon’ roll with her just like a hurricane I’m gone shake my baby right off that Richter scale Cos she the sugar in my coffee & the wind that blow my sail
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

We got holz in our boots, we got holz in our jeans Some like the smoke but most like the drink So put on some ol’ honk or some hard rockin’ beats We’ve come from hells kitchen to turn up the heat So there goes the neighborhood were up to no damn good There goes the neighborhood cos we’re movin in So there goes the neighborhood were up to no damn good There goes the neighborhood cos we’re movin in We got holz in our head we got holz in our teeff Some like it hard but most like it sweet So put on some ol’ honk or some hard rockin’ beats We’ve come from hells kitchen to turn up the heat Repeat chorus We got holz in the winda’s we got holz in the floors Most like Budweiser but some like Coors So we’ll play ya some ol’ honk or some hard rockin’ chords Cos’ we’ve come from hells kitchen to kick down the doors
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

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GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

Raise em up & slam em down This party’s over it’s time to get out So take your last shot & chase it with your beer Buenos noches it’s time to get outta here Cos’ it’s last call for alcohol it’s closing time again Last call for alcohol Last call for alcohol it’s closing time again Last call so get it while you can Another night gone in the blink of an eye It’s time ya’ll called a cab for a ride And don’t forget to tip your waitresses & bartenders Buenos noches the time has come to surrender
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

Legs are gettin dizzy & minds gettin weak Need to get busy put the word on the street Time’s comin for good people to meet Call your friends & bring what ya drink It’s party time we’re feelin fine It’s lookin like it’s gonna last all night It’s party time we’re feelin fine It’s lookin like it’s gonna roll all night long Throw down the lights strike up the band Drift away into the promise land Forget your worries get with the plan The only thing you need to understand Repeat chorus C’mon stomp your feet & clap your hands Now raise your glass & toast your friends Stomp your feet & clap your hand Now scream a little louder sing along with the band
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

He’s got the number thirteen tattooed on his soul Fire burns in his eyes & his heart’s made of stone He’s got a pistol at his side that’s made from solid gold As he drifts into town on a wild west cyclone The shutter doors swing open at the Dead Goat Saloon The chill of spurs clangin as he walks into the room He says I’m the judge & jury & I’ve come to sentenced you Meet me on the edge of town tomorrow at high noon And I’ll take you down, down, down on a hellbound train Down, down, down on a hellbound train Down, down, down on a hellbound train Goin’ down on a hellbound train A hot desert wind blows down the lonely street Tumbleweeds shuffle past as the church bell rings Suddenly the calm shatters as two gun shots scream out As the dust settles down you can hear the preacher shout
GHOSTOWNE
2008-08-02
words & music: Steven Wells. published by Drunk Mosquitoes (BMI)

Lyrics

Standin naked on this shoutin ground A storm’s brewing & it's bearin down Better run for cover under shadow of the neon lights Cos’ I’ll take what you give & give you my best Just say the words I’ll start makin a mess I’m the seventh son of the seventh son of a bitch Cos’ I can’t get this monkey off of my back It’s a seven year itch that I can’t scratch And there ain’t no doctor that can cure this social disease As it spreads like a weed & lays down it’s roots I walk over you in my snake skin boots Tear out my heart & leave it bleedin on the stage So say a prayer for me tonight As I step from the darkness & into the light I’m a phoenix risin & takin flight Gonna get left if I don’t get right As I step from the darkness & into the light I’m breakin the silence & getting high I stagger outside to have a smoke & a drink While the moon drowns itself in a bottle of ink Burns the night like a lonely flare hangin high So I sip from a 80 proof bottle of soul Half filled with lightening the other with gold Exhale & watch the smoke rings fumble & fade

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