From the recording Summer
Lyrics
Ghosts
Take a walk past the old steel mill
The ghosts of workers live there still
No more steel, no more fire
Just graffiti, weeds, and chicken wire
CHORUS
You can see the ghosts of working men
Sweat and strain at work again
Dirt and hard hats, muscled arms
Steel men in this old steel town
Back when a man could earn a wage
Before steel jobs all went away
A dying breed, the working man
Ghosts who won't be seen again
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Abandoned houses, un-mowed lawns
Shops and taverns all are gone
The working class built this town
Greed and power tore it down
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