8 Miles out of town there's a stretch of gravel road
Where frightful things will appear
On that gravel road there's a story to be told
About the ghost of Indian John Hill
John came home from the war in Vietnam
Worked his job down at the mill
He tried to forget what it was like to kill a man
And what it takes for a man to kill
Late one night when John was walking home
A bunch of rowdy cowboys riding tall
With trouble on their mind and whiskey on their breath
They took their anger out on John
There was nowhere he could run
Sometimes late at night if you listen you might hear
The sound of laughter in the wind
And John dancing on the graves of 6 dead men
Who found the Ghost of Indian John Hill
It was the Ghost of Indian John Hill
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8 Miles out of town there's a stretch of gravel road
Where frightful things will appear
On that gravel road there's a story to be told
About the ghost of Indian John Hill
John came home from the war in Vietnam
Worked his job down at the mill
He tried to forget what it was like to kill a man
And what it takes for a man to kill
Late one night when John was walking home
A bunch of rowdy cowboys riding tall
With trouble on their mind and whiskey on their breath
They took their anger out on John
There was nowhere he could run
Sometimes late at night if you listen you might hear
The sound of laughter in the wind
And John dancing on the graves of 6 dead men
Who found the Ghost of Indian John Hill
It was the Ghost of Indian John Hill
Where frightful things will appear
On that gravel road there's a story to be told
About the ghost of Indian John Hill
John came home from the war in Vietnam
Worked his job down at the mill
He tried to forget what it was like to kill a man
And what it takes for a man to kill
Late one night when John was walking home
A bunch of rowdy cowboys riding tall
With trouble on their mind and whiskey on their breath
They took their anger out on John
There was nowhere he could run
Sometimes late at night if you listen you might hear
The sound of laughter in the wind
And John dancing on the graves of 6 dead men
Who found the Ghost of Indian John Hill
It was the Ghost of Indian John Hill
Writer: Toby Brady
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