Chris Whitley

From a Photograph

Chris Whitley


Baby got a gun, how she's to know
I already see the ghosts
Everywhere i go
She don't know that
I don't mind
If angry, she'll be fine
But if she cry, please don't let me know
Well i seen her with her piece today
Never missed you more
Seeing you that way
The phantom around my bed
Now i'm sleping with the dead
Baby's got a gun, i'm bound to go

Gods above and underground
While the ghosts go back and forth
Through town
They wander around outside
They don't know there's no where to hide
Baby got a gun, i'm bound to go
Gone, gone, gone