Ghost Repeater - Jeffrey Foucault

Ghost Repeater All of the drunks Dressed up like Santa Claus Ring Salvation Army bells But the town square is quiet The juke joints are empty Everyones buying What no one can sell And the girl I loved once Came to me last night In a dream with a secret to tell She whispered close Cant you hear the ocean? As she leaned her ear Against a shotgun shell Chorus: Dark was the night Cold was the ground I could barely make out the song Of the Ghost Repeaters Singing Hallelujah His truth is marching ...


















