GHOST OF FAIRFAX
It’s a sleepy little tie dyed town / Where quiet souls are lost and found
Old hippies still come out to play / Loud and proud Not Fade Away
I walk these streets now and then/ Looking for my long lost friend
Gordy’s been gone quite a while/ But I’m still haunted by his smile
More than a just memory / For me he will always be
The perfect host, my friendly ghost, the ghost of Fairfax
Wiry as a guitar string / Gordy Hall was born to sing
Out of tune and didn't care / Shook that wild red head of hair
He opened up his home to jam / And passed his pipe from hand to hand
Then he’d fire up another tune / Commence to lighting up the room
Far away I hear him still / He serenades these hills
My perfect host, the friendly ghost, the ghost of Fairfax
If the afterlife's a fantasy
If heaven is just wishful stuff
That will be alright by me
A few good friends is good enough, good enough
There’s a spectre in the neighborhood / That’s where the Sleeping Lady stood
There’s just a few who still lament / The day that River City went
They say good things come to an end, But I’ll never leave this town again
When my Bolinas Road runs out / I’m gonna go and jam at Gordy’s house
Listen you just might hear me, singing way off key
With the perfect host, the friendly ghost, the of Fairfax
One perfect host, two friendly ghosts, the ghosts of Fairfax