Letras
Right across the border from the Dixon Line
Yeah, I make a lot of money
Little paper package tied up with twine
Yeah, I'm gonna see my honey
Mmm
Leavin' he's a study to complete the law
Just to make a prosecution
Listen to him speaking while he feel a claw
Just a little proposition
I'm like the mole
I stand in line
You bring your own ghost
'Cause I've got mine
Yeah, I've got mine
Mmm
Mmm
Hear the music coming from behind your door
Plus a little concertina
Singing and a trumpet, baby, that's not all
You know I never thought I'd need ya
Mmm
Watch you through the window as you finish work
Gotta clean up for the break now
Everybody finish while you wait your turn
Gotta get it nice and straight now
I'm like the mole
I stand in line
You bring your own ghost
'Cause I've got mine
Yeah, I've got mine
Mmm
Mmm
Friend for a minute then the love is gone
Now he gave him all the money
Watch him for a minute on the telephone
Now he's gonna see his honey
Mmm
Standing from the table if you wanna leave
But don't forget the package
Listen to him talking while I hear you breathe
I see you brought a lotta baggage
I'm like the mole
I stand in line
You bring your own ghost
'Cause I've got mine
Yeah, I've got mine
Mmm
Mmm