The Ghost of Phil Sinclair

(Chip Taylor)

Back Road Music, B.M.I.





Said it's been so long I've waited for my last chance to come

Damn it's so good that you're here

And it's been far too long since "Something Happens When We Talk"

Tell Lu I hope that it's her year



And I told him 'bout that magic night at the Mercury Lounge

"Car Wheels On A Gravel Road" and "Old Lake Charles"

And that Wild Thing at the Sutler -- when we stole the stage

And blasted 'em with your rhythm and Red's guitar



And Lucinda take my hand - there's something we must do

Let your sweet voice fill the air

And we'll sing one for a friend -- like we did back then

We'll sing one for the ghost of Phil Sinclair



He was with me when I first laid eyes on Austin

He welcomed your return to Amsterdam

He was with us when we took that sip of Sesto Calende...

And we rode the trains down south to the promised land



And I told him 'bout that magic night at the Mercury Lounge

Car Wheels On A Gravel Road and Old Lake Charles

And that Wild Thing at the Settler when we stole the stage

And blasted 'em with your rhythm and Red's guitar



Lucinda take my hand honey, there's something we must do

Let your sweet voice fill the air



We'll sing one for a friend like we did back then

We'll sing one for the ghost of Phil Sinclair



Wild Thing.....................come on now Wild Thing



We'll sing one for a friend like we did back then

We'll sing one for the ghost of Phil Sinclair

We'll sing one for an old friend Phil Sinclair