Whiskeytown 16 Days
16 Days Got sixteen days One for every time I've gone awayOne for every time I should have stayedShould have wore my wedding ring Got sixteen days Fifteen of those are nightsCan't sleep when the bed sheet fightsIt's way back to your side Well the ghost has got me running Well the ghost has got me running Away from you, away from you, awayWell the ghost has got me running Well the ghost has got me running Away from you, away from you, away Got sixteen days Got a bottle and a rosaryGod I wish that you were close to meI guess I owe you an apology Got sixteen days Fifteen of those are nights Can't sleep when the bed sheet fightsIts way back to your side Well the ghost has got me running Well the ghost has got me runningAway from you, away from you, awayWell the ghost has got me running Well the ghost has got me runningAway from you, away from you, away Old tin cups, little paper dolls All wrapped up in ribbons bows and hearts Old tin cups and little paper dolls All wrapped up in the ribbons of your heart I got sixteen days Sixteen days I got sixteen days It's like a fool I am
