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THE GHOST by Terry Fielding & Fred Dyer (Fred used to post on Mudcat)

INTRO: There's a tale they tell of a man on a horse.
His cape is blowin' on the breeze.
With fire in his eyes and a burnin' in his heart,
Has to find his killer to be free.
Ay-die-die, die-de-die-die-die,
De-die-die-die-de-die-de-die.

1. Things were lean in ninety-four.
A poor man had to steal to get along,
But he was caught with a loaf of bread.
The law says in the jail you do belong.

CHORUS: The clamp upon the boards from the hooves of his horse
Made a weird and eerie sound.
The villagers knew as one that the ghost was on the run,
Searchin' for the man who cut him down.
Ay-die-die, die-de-die-die-die,
De-die-die-die-de-die-de-die.

2. He broke from jail one stormy night,
And one man saw him get away.
A hundred pound was the price they set,
And one man needed money on that day.

3. The police behind and the bridge ahead,
He only had to cross it to be free.
The wooden bridge was the borderline
And he almost reached the safety of the trees.

4. His killer lay by the riverside,
A loaded pistol in each hand,
And as he rode by on his horse that day,
He heard a bang [pause for gunshot] and then he died.

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