Down in Potosi it got ruff one night.
     When some fool brought a knife to a gunfight.
They tried to hang me but they had no evidence.
     And Judge J. Hackett handed down my recompense.
He told the Sheriff to escort me out of town.
Said I'd be in trouble if I came back around
He said "If I see you again, the state will be your host"
I said "Judge just call me the Potosi Ghost, yea".

When we were drunk you kept me rollin' on the floor.
     When I quit drinkin' you weren’t funny anymore.
Your love was based on my ability to pay.
     And I didn't want to be your sugar daddy anyway
So I Fired up my scoot, and I headed out of town.
Just listen to my engine lay that freedom down.
I broke that chain of events
     that tied me to your whippin' post.
Now you can call me your, Potosi Ghost, yea.

     I made my camp last night in the Badlands.
     I took some food to a friend at Wounded Knee.
     I left some cash in a Deadwood saloon.
     Consuelo made herself a meal out of me, yea.

     I made my camp last night in the Badlands.
     I took some food to a friend at Wounded Knee.
     I left some cash in a Deadwood saloon.
     Consuelo made herself a meal out of me.
     And Yarddog thought he saw me
          up in Sturgis last year.
     But when he turned around
          he said that I just disappeared.
     So goes the legend bout' the outlaw Billy Yost.
     Most people call me the Potosi Ghost, yea.

     Most people call me, most people call me,
          most people call me, Potosi Ghost.