Ghost Writer

Ghost Writer

I’m writing a song, ’bout a girl I once knew

She treat me so bad, and beat me black and blue

One day she got mad over something I said

She hit me too hard, and now I am dead

I’m a ghost writer, because I’m dead and gone

I’m a ghost writer, singing a ghostly song

I’m a ghost writer, because I’m where I belong

I’m up here in heaven, writing a hell of a song

Had an ultra long walk, on an ultra long day

And an ultra long talk, with an angel on the way

He gave me advice, about what I should do

And now I’m upstairs, writing a song about you

I’m a ghost writer, because I’m dead and gone

I’m a ghost writer, singing a ghostly song

I’m a ghost writer, because I’m where I belong

I’m up here in heaven, writing a hell of a song

You killed me to death, when you beat me black and blue

And now I’ll get my own back, with this song about you

I’m a ghost writer, because I’m dead and gone

I’m a ghost writer, singing a ghostly song

I’m a ghost writer, because I’m where I belong

I’m up here in heaven, writing a hell of a song

Jim Redgewell © 2007