Ghost Sweat - My bubba
Hey
Towards this window before going back
To bed to call steer
All those years
I got tired
On slows
Hah
But touching the sheep knock this falling
The evening is sure very sweet in our dreams
In our dreams
A ghost has left my body
I'm free to live again
I'm free to live again
Your hand left soft my shoulder
I can breath I can breath again
I can breath I can breath again
I can breath I can breath again
I can breath
I can
I can breath
I can
Lonesome times are over
Lonesome times are over
Lonesome times are over
Lonesome times are over
Lonesome times are over