Good Ghosts from Cardiac Country by Jerry David DeCicca

I can hear voices
Coming out of wooden boxes
I can hear my heroes
Spinning around as the tubes glow

Sounds like new news
Happy times mixed with bad blues
Rhyming all their secrets
Dropping truths I’m believing

Like Good ghosts, good ghosts, good ghosts

Sounds like humans singing
As my ears are ringing
Mostly black and white men
Because I wanted to be them

Gotta chase that feeling
Sing me “Blues on the Ceiling”
It’s everything I needed
Like my soul is feeding

On Good ghosts, good ghosts, good ghosts
Good ghosts, good ghosts, good ghosts, good ghosts

And in just a few minutes they’re gone
And in just a few minutes they’re gone, they’re gone

Now it’s almost midnight
And I’m finally feeling all right
One more side before bed
To drown out voices in my head

Maybe I’ll see you
In a dream of dark blue
In a town where no one’s lonely
And populated by only

Good ghosts, good ghosts, good ghosts
Good ghosts, good ghosts, good ghosts, good ghosts

• Americana
• Folk
• alt-country
• cosmic country
• folk rock
• singer-songwriter
• Bulverde