Ghosts Believe in Me

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Ghosts Believe In MeHitchin’ through Georgia with a Gibson in my handsI’ll hit Tennessee by morning with a headlight tanAnd like hoot owls haunt hollow trees in the darkTwo spirits seem to haunt my hollow body guitarThey learned time and whiskey are the real highwaymenbefore they knew it their lives were stolen from themSometimes I wonder how they can inspire me like thisAnd still keep watch over the rhymes of Willie and KrisIt’s not what we see or what we feelBut believin’ that makes something realI have faith in a future I can’t seeAnd all because ghosts believe in meMama bought me my first guitar when I was twelveShe’d bake in the kitchen while I practiced by myselfSo I wonder if it’s peach trees in the countrysideOr if something else put her cobbler’s scent in the nightIt’s not what we see or what we feelBut believin’ that makes something realI have faith in a future I can’t seeAnd all because ghosts believe in meThere are nights I think whiskey’s all the proof I needTo show that tears are all in life that’s guaranteedBut truckers slowin’ down and scriptures on bathroom wallsHave shown me that a holy hand is shaping it allIt’s not what we see or what we feelBut believin’ that makes something realI have faith in a future I can’t seeAnd all because ghosts believe in me©2007 Robert George