Ghost Of Stephen Foster

Met the Ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise

This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes

Rooms were made for carpets

Towers made for spires

Ships were made for cannonade fire off from inside them

Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day

Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no

Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day

Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no

Met the Ghost of Stephen Foster at the Hotel Paradise

This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes

Ships were made for sinking

Whiskey made for drinking

If we were made of cellophane

We'd all get stinking drunk quite faster

Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day

Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no

Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day

Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah