Standard (EADGBE)
Early one morning,
On a cloudy day.
Everything was gray...
The people were on their way.
Its turning into a ghost town.
Its turning into a ghost town.
its turning into a ghost town.
Instrumental with harmonica.
The place was empty,
the sheriff and the deputy were gone.
They left before the dawn.
The miners, they were all gone.
Its turning into a ghost town.
Its turning into a ghost town.
Its turning into a ghost town.
ghost town
ghost town.