You accuse me of fancy talk

When i'm just trying to find my words

You've got a funny way of saying my name

Like I just ripped it off



These whiskey tango ghosts

Won't leave us alone

But you are too polite to complain

Of the art of speaking plain

I haven't gathered a thing



While I know we're dug in deep here

Why can't we live high with the wind

You're just a freckle away from changing everything

I'll make this easy

By calling on my gypsy pedigree



These whiskey tango ghosts

Won't leave us alone

Of the art of speaking plain

I haven't gathered a thing



While I know we're dug in deep here

Why can't we live high with the wind

Can't we live



Of the art of making waves

I had my lesson in spades

And these ghosts they make it plain

They're never going away



And my ghost she makes it plain

I haven't gathered a thing

Though I know we're dug in deep here

Why can't we live high with the wind

Can't we live






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