The Ghost of Richard Manuel
In a thousand empty bottles
In a hundred burned out cars
In a house up in the Catskills
In all the honky-tonks and bars
All the way across the airwaves
And all the way around this land
The ghost of Richard Manuel
Is walking like a natural man

Last night around the campfire
We got high on homemade wine
We passed around the guitar
Tried to sing “Whispering Pines”
And in every sweet falsetto
That was more than I could stand
Was the ghost of Richard Manuel
Walking like a natural man

Along the keys of my piano
In the kick and in the snare
In getting your kicks out of parlor tricks
In a hound dog’s hungry stare
He’s getting frozen up in Canada
And burned in the south land
The ghost of Richard Manuel
Still walking like a natural man

There’s a room full of nicotine poets
And three harmony guitars
A shopworn tack piano
And 32 bars
And a Victrola in the corner
Spinning “Alexander’s Ragtime Band”
And the ghost of Richard Manuel
Walking like a natural man

Hey Richard, won’t you sing us “Tears of Rage” just one more time
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