Ghost in Every Town by Emily Scott Robinson Lyrics

[Verse 1]
The kind of country store where you can only pay in cash
For a Power Ball and a gallon worth of gas
The kind of day that you wash down with a second beer
In the kind of bar where you go to disappear

[Verse 2]
The kind of pills that get you through a shift
Numb the back pain when there's heavy loads to lift
The kind of frozen food that passes for a meal
The kind of desperate that forces you to kneel

[Chorus]
Every day just like the one before
But your body's breakin' down
They make a year that's like the one before
You're still a ghost in every town
You're still a ghost in every town

[Verse 3]
The kind of trailer park where people come and go
But you pay on time and keep the curtains closed
The kind of Christmas that brought a three day storm
And you burned up all the propane stayin' warm
[Verse 4]
The kind of winter days it's dark by four o'clock
Gotta brace yourself just to take a walk
The kind of cold that gets inside your bones
The kind of howlin' you can only do alone

[Chorus]
Every day just like the one before
But your body's breakin' down
They make a year that's like the one before
You're still a ghost in every town
You're still a ghost in every town
You're still a ghost in every town