Вершы: George Ellias. Wanderlust E. Ghost Town.

Early one morning,
On a cloudy day.
Everything was gray...
People were on their way.

Its turning into a ghost town.
Its turning into a ghost town.
its turning into a ghost town.

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.