Lyrics Ghost of the Eastern Seaboard - The Stanfields

Ghost of the Eastern Seaboard

Ships in the night on a Tangier shore
Flashing signals back and forth
Old hands on the smuggler’s run
Mexican drugs and American guns
The pay is better than jiggin' a line
Or wasting away in a deep coal mine
A regular guy getting what he can
A 21st century unemployed man
Even though they’ll never catch me
They never have and they never will
I’m the ghost on the eastern seaboard
Living the life, getting my fill
I wish my daddy could see me now
He withered away at the furrow and plow
He hoped for his boy like every man does
To become the man he never was
My brother called me from the city today
Told me his boy was blown away
The shire town is overrun
With Mexican drugs and American guns
Even though they’ll never catch me
They never have and they never will
I’m the ghost of the eastern seaboard
Blood on my hands, riddled with guilt