[Intro] [Spoken - low, gravelly whisper] First you make a roo... then you pray for your soul, sha. [Clean, iconic "Good Bad and Ugly" style whistle – lonely, echoing, and dry] [Sound: Whip crack] [Low, menacing tremolo surf-guitar riff starts, swirling in 8D] [Verse 1] I feel the grit of the salt on a rust-colored blade While the Hik-ree smoke circles through the Sy-pruhs shade The dark roo is shimmerin’, it’s movin’ in the heat An iron weight is pressin’ down to make the beat complete I hear the by-yoo breathin’, it’s creepin’ up behind The sting of ghost-pepper is the only thing I find [Chorus] [Sound: Whip crack] Hear the rubboard snap an’ the kye-ann bite A scream that’s spinnin’ 'round you in the dead of the night Stirrin’ up the thunder, tastin’ the rain A spoonful of heaven an’ a gallon of pain [Stomp] Yeah, it’s swirlin’ in the steam of a black iron pot! [Verse 2] The scent of charred un-yun is driftin’ past your ear A clack of a bone is the only thing you hear The velvet of the oak-ruh , the rough of the grain A bitter drop of sulfur poured inside the brain The triangle is ringin’, bouncin’ off the walls Vapors in the kitchen as the heavy shadow falls [Bridge] [Fast, frantic accordion solo – Panning rapidly Left-to-Right] [Sound: Whip crack] [Timpani build-up] The Ho-ly Trin-uh-tee: Un-yuns, Bell-pep-puh, an' Sel-ree. [Cajun Yell: "AH-YEEEE!"] [Double Chorus] [Sound: Whip crack] Hear the rubboard snap an’ the cayenne bite A scream that’s spinnin’ 'round you in the dead of the night Stirrin’ up the thunder, tastin’ the rain A spoonful of heaven an’ a gallon of pain [Stomp] It’s the scent of the danger, the look in the eye The crunch of the gravel, the salt of the cry Stirrin’ up the thunder, tastin’ the rain A spoonful of heaven an’ a gallon of pain! [Outro] (The whistle returns, spinning slower and slower) [Slow, rhythmic triangle chime] (Filtered whisper: "Can you taste the ghost?") The pot’s gone dry… [Ad-lib] Gah-rahn-tee! [Sound: Whip crack] [End]
