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The Guardrail Ghost
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(Just outside the ghost town of Bodie, California)
Ironhorse Writer
©07/1998
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It lies in wait, along the road
A legend, a myth, so I'm told
Outside of Bodie, known to most
A Biker's nightmare, the Guardrail Ghost
Back in July of '98
On a run to Bodie we met with fate
An old west haunt, of days gone by
To this very day, I hear his cry
It was hot that day, ridin felt good
The wind, the road, the brotherhood
For one, not Bodie lay up ahead
A metal specter awaited instead
Sign post ahead, soon we'd shift down
Make the left, that would lead us to town
It was a basic turn, for all alike
But the Guardrail Ghost had plans for Mike
Next thing we knew, he was suckin' rail
First he told us, his brakes had failed
Obvious to all, this was not the case
We've all screwed up, tried to save face
Call it what you will, but I was there that day
Some roads you ride free, others you pay
To visit that town, may cost you your soul
For the Guardrail Ghost, collects the toll
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