Ghost Town

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I sauntered into the haunted saloon

placed myself carefully on a stool at the counter

nobody was there but a bunch of ghosts & me

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The barmaid, Holy Mary, uncorked a bottle of grace

poured me a shot

the shot glass looked empty

but I knew, yes, I knew

the shot glass was now full of grace

“the Lord is with thee,” I said to the barmaid

she smiled gently

a replica of the Milky Way galaxy in each eye

a crucifix above her head

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“What’s a crucifix doing in here?” I asked

her reply:  “This is the ghost town called Love, remember?”

an awkward grin tilted my head sideways

I gulped down what she had served

& left a generous tip

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photos

3:10 to Yuma

1957

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Holy Mary / Tumblr.com

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A Ghost Town Called Love

http://aghostttowncalledlove.yolasite.com

by

Rawclyde

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3:10 to Yuma

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I want to ride again on the 3:10 to Yuma
Thats where I saw my love, the girl with the golden hair
Not a word between us was spoken, the silence never was broken
But before she left her eyes said a sad good bye, sad am I, sad am I

To think of the chance that I missed
I could cry to think of the lips left unkissed
Perhaps she’ll ride again on the 3:10 to Yuma
And I can meet my love and tell her how much I care

Though I have no reason to go there
And there’s not a soul that I know there
When the 3:10 to Yuma leaves if I have the fair
I’ll be there, I’ll be there, I’ll be there

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sung by

Frankie Lane

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Felicia Farr

3:10 to Yuma

1957

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