Ghost Of A Chance Lyrics - White Hot Peach - Primitive Radio Gods

Sister Soul came to see me, and she made no amends 

On the air, Sunday's midnight, Sister Soul understands 

Pull the shades, let it rain all day 

Radio station plays Mr. John Coltrane's Favourite Things 

Lady 'Day she sings 

That I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you 

Beautiful stranger, now it's just me and you 

Brush the dust off the needle, put it deep in the groove 

Pull the shades, let it rain all day 

Radio station plays Mr. Miles Davis' kind of Blue 

And I know it's true 

That I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you 

Cold and gray, it's gonna rain all day 

And I hate to say goodbye 

Sarah Vaughan lingers on, but the black coffee's gone 

With you nowwith you nowwith you now 

But I don't stand the ghost of a chance with you now 

Submitted by Michael Hack