Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Some Kind of Ghost
Tied to the crossroads, you lay
Sweet Lord I'm coming home to stay
Sworn your last turn you thrown
Sweet Lord I'm comin' home for good
Home, sweet Lord I'm comin' home
Home, when I gonna get to go
The sweetest of souls get their fill
If you telling me they're blessed, Lord
You're nothing but a chill
Pain, they say every name got a page
Sweet Lord, it's written on every face
Home, when we gonna get to go
Home, sweet Lord I'm comin' home
Don't feel like some kind of ghost
Don't feel like some kind of ghost
Don't feel like some kind of ghost
Don't feel like some kind of ghost