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

End chorus

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 ha

Ha

Ha