The Ghost And The Black Hat – The Go-BetweensBy A widow’s life is no life at allLook said the ghost, there in the hallHer big brown eyes and northern beerPulled her through her living yearsWon’t you wear theWon’t you wear theWon’t you wear theThe gravedigger’s work is almost doneA hole in the ground spits dirt at the sunThe water-tank is dirty and dryDust from the creek covers the skyWon’t you wear theWon’t you wear theWon’t you wear theFive years without a soundThe railroad’s melted downTen years further onA husband in the groundWon’t you wear theWon’t you wear theWon’t you wear theBlack hat www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20