Am [Verse]Am G Am Oh my son, heed these wordsC Em Am My father never shared them with his ownAm G Am Take this bread, drink this wineC Em Am Let the blood run down your throat and up your spine [Chorus]C Em Am There's a ghost, on my lipsC Em Am She gives me wisdom, to guide your steps [Verse]Am G Am If I had been a godly manC Em Am I could have spared your mother from my drunken handsAm G Am And as we dig, her casket's bedC Em Am I'll think upon my sins for which she bled [Chorus]C Em Am There's a ghost, on my lipsC Em Am She gives me wisdom, to guide your steps [Outro]C Em Am Ohhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhC Em Am Ohhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmmmmAm G Am Oh my son, heed these wordsC Em Am My father never shared them with his own
Your Mothers Ghost
J. Tillman
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