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The Ghost of Paul Weaver

from The Ghost of Paul Weaver by Drift Mouth

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They say he lost his life
Riding the rails
Of a Norfolk and Southern train
He's been a ghost in these hills
Such a long time
Everybody knows his name
Down in the valley below

He stayed alone most days
And all night
In the morel patch and crabapple grove
It was a rare fine day
That he'd stop by
And visit with Eliza Jones
Down in the valley below

On restless nights
On these bitter and winding roads
Cut from the hills
By the hands that cut our throats
He walks the ages, and the stories they unfold
Down in the valley below

The men in town, they thought
That Paul was weak
They said that he was nervous and slow
But when the Company came
For their land rights
He's the only man that said No

Eliza came one night a'callin'
And found herself a typewritten note
Said "I'm lightin' out babe,
I'll be gone and nobody will ever know,
Down in the valley below"

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Paul Weaver lost his life
Tied to the rail
Of a Norfolk and Southern train
He's been a ghost in these hills
Such a long time
Nobody remembers his name

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from The Ghost of Paul Weaver, released January 29, 2016

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