It took ^Cmfourteen hours to hitch from ^BbLondon to Portsmouth I can ^Gmpicture you in your ^Gmbattered old coat ^CmBlown by the trucks on the ^Bbside of the road ^GmCursing the world just until ^Fone pulls over The ^Cmcab is warm, the ^Bbdriver is talking And ^Gmoh if he had his time over and ^Gmover again And you ^Cmlaugh with the man but you ^Bbthink of another ^GmStealing away around each ^Fdarkened corner The ^Cmghost of your father ^Bbalways always ^Cmwatching

[Chorus]

And he ^Ebwaits for you when the ^Cmblack tide comes And you ^C#feel the ghost of your ^Ffather And you ^C#feel the ghost of your ^Ffather And you ^C#feel the ghost of your ^Ebfather... ^Fwaiting

[Verse 2] An unbearable stillness hangs over these days Humming with the promises broken The bewildered watch from behind misted-up glass As the ambitious and lucky get to feed on the carcass When you feel so much in such a small space Do you think you can keep on running Like the papers that blow down your empty street Outside in the dark when you can't sleep The ghost of your father always always watching [Chorus] And he waits for you when the black tide comes And you feel the ghost of your father And you feel the ghost of your father And you feel the ghost of your father... waiting

New Model Army - Ghost of your father