Allman Brown — House of Spirits

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There’s a blood-red sky
Over my head tonight
And it’s weighing down
On my ragged heart
And the ghosts on this road
Dance like Fred Astaire
Beautiful to behold
But hard to bear
Well, I looked into
My father’s dying eyes
And he damned my soul
To the fires

But I took his hand
And I held it tight
And I sat by his deathbed
Through the cold dark night
‘Coz I’m heading back to that
House of spirits
Yes, I’m racing through those
City limits
Yes, I’m heading back to that
House of spirits
And I pray someday
It’ll feel like home
Yes, I pray someday
It’ll feel like home
Well, the ferry-man took him
‘Cross the dark water
Penny in his pocket
To pay the toll

And I watched him go
That weary song
And I felt so tired
To be so alone
Yes, I’m heading back to that
House of spirits
Yes, I’m racing through those
City limits
Yes, I’m heading back to that
House of spirits
And I pray someday
It’ll feel like home
Yes, I pray someday
It’ll feel like home
Yes, I’m heading back to that
House of spirits
Yes, I’m racing through those
City limits

Yes, I’m heading back to that
House of spirits
And I pray someday
It’ll feel like home
Yes, I pray someday
It’ll feel like home
Heading back to that
House of spirits
Yes, I’m racing through those
City limits
Yes, I’m heading back to that
House of spirits
And I pray someday
It’ll feel like home
Yes, I pray someday
It’ll feel like home