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Ghost Of A Chance

Sister Soul came to see me
And she made no demands
On the air, Sunday’s midnight
Sister Soul understands
Pull the shades, let it rain all day
Radio station plays Mr. John Coltrain’s favorite things
Lady Day, she sings
That I don’t stand the ghost of a chance with you
Beautiful stranger
Now its just me and you
Brush the dust off the needle
Put it deep in the groove
Pull the shades, let it rain all day
Radio station plays Mr. Miles Davis, kind of blue
And I know that it’s true
That I don’t stand the ghost of a chance with you
Cold and grey, it’s gonna rain all day
Sara Vaughn lingers on, but the black coffee it gone and I
Hate to say goodbye
But I don’t stand the ghost of a chance with you, now…