The Ghost of the Crossroad

there's a ghost on the crossroad
i've been stealing all his bottles
theres a ghost on the crossroad
and he's begging to be fed

he speaks through the dogs, you know
and he holws my name

he says

ohh, i know what you want
ohh, you have called me first
ohh, i heard you down your pillow
ohh, i wouldn't dare to say the rest

there's a ghost on the crossroad
whom ive been stealing all his bottles
by the time i'm done with sorrow
i'll be changing my path