Josh Gray - Ghosts lyrics

Sweet Maria of the southern wilds Patron saint of this lonesome mile Got evicted and lost her child Try as they might they can't Take her smile Six-string Joe used to play the blues Down on Beale and Union avenue Pawned his guitar for a plate of food Got a lot of soul but none on his shoes These are some people you're likely to meet If you ever look up when you're shufflin' your feet Can the richest nation afford empathy? For the ghosts of this American drеam Sarah sells street papers by the intеrstate Her husband beat her 'til the day she ran away Started drinkin' heavy to push aside the pain Sober now, ya ask her how Says I take it day by day Old John lost his arm to a bomb in the war Been tryin' to find a job since 1974 No address and post traumatic stress Shut many a door Came home an unknown Sayin' what are we fightin' for? These are some people you're likely to meet If you ever look up when you're shufflin' your feet Can the richest nation afford empathy? For the ghosts of this American dream And I don't know the reason why So many turn a blind eye Maybe they don't wanna see Don't wanna see When we hit hard times It comes to mind Maybe that could be me Maybe that could be me