Text: George Jones. The Ghost Of Another Man.

He's living in that big old house that he knows was built by me
He's playing with the baby that belongs to her and me
At night he loves a woman that was held by these two hands
It must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man

My name is in the side wall out by the bedroom
He can't help but see what's still there with me everywhere he goes
He gladly walked through heaven back to forget what he can't stand
It must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man

Surely I must haunt him when they turn out the lights
I'm right there in the bedroom with hand in her each night
And he wonders if he just loved her, oh as good as I loved her then
It must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man
Oh it must be a living hell to live with the ghost of another man