phantom of the opry

around midnight, a shadow appears on center stage, and sings a haunting melody, while a distant fiddle plays, look closer, and you can almost see a rhinestone, shinning in the dark, he's still a living legend, living right here in my heart, he's the phantom of the opry, a grand old spirit from the ryman days, he just feels at home here, he don't really mean to haunt this place, every time it rains in nashville, they say the angels cry, cause the phantom of the opry, never got to say goodbye, some say it's hanker or lefty, or that kentucky bluebird flying back again, no one knows for certain, we all know it's more than just the wind, there's a ghostly sound of steel guitar, cryin' in the night, doesn't come from center stage, often somewhere on the other side, he's the phantom of the opry, a grand old spirit from the ryman days, he just feels at home here, he don't really mean to haunt this place, every time it rains in nashville, they say the angels cry, cause the phantom of the opry, never got to say goodbye, around midnight, a shadow appears on center stage, sings a haunting melody, while a distant fiddle plays