Ghost of Clinton's Tavern

The year was Nineteen thirty six
A card-shark died - a card game was fixed
A shotgun blast at a bar on Bloor
He haunts that place forevermore

He's been shafted - he's been crossed
His spirit's low - his soul is lost
He hates but can't remember why
Just that someone's got to die


He'll come when you are very low
He'll come and he'll seduce your soul
You'll give it up without a care
Musicians 'specially must beware

And when you feel there's something in the air
It's the Ghost of Clinton's Tavern standing there
It's the Ghost of Clinton's Tavern standing there

Words & Music Brian Blain
© 2011 Blainco Music