My Pickup's Full of Ghosts (A Stereotypical Country Horrorcore Song)

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[Intro]
Yeah...
Got a dirt road, got a six-pack, got a moonless sky.
Got a cold wind blowin' where the dead folks lie.
Y'all ever hear a coyote laugh with a human voice?
You don't get much of a choice...
[Verse 1]
My granddaddy's farm's at the edge of the pines,
Where the old church bell ain't rung since '59.
Got a rusty Ford and a black Lab hound,
Lately that dog's been barkin' at empty ground.
Mama said, "Boy, don't cross that creek,
After sundown, things out there don't sleep."
But I chased my girl where the willow trees sway...
She went in smilin'... came back the wrong way.
[Chorus]
My pickup's full of ghosts and the radio screams,
Static singin' murder songs and half-forgotten dreams.
Got a jug of white lightning and a tank on E,
With a pale-faced shadow ridin' shotgun next to me.
Lord, I miss the simple days of fishin' and beer,
Now the scarecrow in the cornfield whispers in my ear.
Yeah, it's a country song... but the devil changed the score—
Now my pickup's full of ghosts, and they're askin' me for more.
[Verse 2]
Found my old hound Blue just starin' at the barn,
Tail tucked low like he'd seen some harm.
Doors swung open though there weren't no breeze,
And somebody carved my name in an ol pine tree.
My ex ran off with a boy from town,
Funny thing... they ain't been seen around.
Sheriff says they probably skipped the state...
I just nod while I lock that garden gate.
[Bridge]
Got a tractor that starts by itself every night,
Headlights glowin' with a sickly white light.
There's a fiddle playin' somewhere in the fog,
And it ain't no man holdin' that bow by God.
The preacher came by with his weathered old Book,
One glance at the fields and that's all that it took.
Dropped his cross, climbed in his car, hit the gas—
Haven't seen Reverend Billy since he tore up the grass.
[Chorus]
My pickup's full of ghosts and the radio screams,
Static singin' murder songs and half-forgotten dreams.
Got a jug of white lightning and a tank on E,
With a pale-faced shadow ridin' shotgun next to me.
The moon hangs low like a noose in the sky,
And the crows all gather where the old folks died.
Yeah, it's a country song... just a little hardcore—
Now my pickup's full of ghosts, and they're poundin' on the door.
[Outro]
So if you're drivin' backroads where the old oaks bend,
And you hear somebody callin' that sounds like a friend...
Keep your foot on the throttle, don't stop, don't pray.
Some things in the holler don't stay buried away.
They like old trucks, old songs, old whiskey poured,
And they always leave room for one rider more... :::

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[Intro] Yeah... Got a dirt road, got a six-pack, got a moonless sky. Got a cold wind blowin' where the dead folks lie. Y'all ever hear a coyote laugh with a human voice? You don't get much of a choice... [Verse 1] My granddaddy's farm's at the edge of the pines, Where the old church bell ain't rung since '59. Got a rusty Ford and a black Lab hound, Lately that dog's been barkin' at empty ground. Mama said, "Boy, don't cross that creek, After sundown, things out there don't sleep." But I chased my girl where the willow trees sway... She went in smilin'... came back the wrong way. [Chorus] My pickup's full of ghosts and the radio screams, Static singin' murder songs and half-forgotten dreams. Got a jug of white lightning and a tank on E, With a pale-faced shadow ridin' shotgun next to me. Lord, I miss the simple days of fishin' and beer, Now the scarecrow in the cornfield whispers in my ear. Yeah, it's a country song... but the devil changed the score— Now my pickup's full of ghosts, and they're askin' me for more. [Verse 2] Found my old hound Blue just starin' at the barn, Tail tucked low like he'd seen some harm. Doors swung open though there weren't no breeze, And somebody carved my name in an ol pine tree. My ex ran off with a boy from town, Funny thing... they ain't been seen around. Sheriff says they probably skipped the state... I just nod while I lock that garden gate. [Bridge] Got a tractor that starts by itself every night, Headlights glowin' with a sickly white light. There's a fiddle playin' somewhere in the fog, And it ain't no man holdin' that bow by God. The preacher came by with his weathered old Book, One glance at the fields and that's all that it took. Dropped his cross, climbed in his car, hit the gas— Haven't seen Reverend Billy since he tore up the grass. [Chorus] My pickup's full of ghosts and the radio screams, Static singin' murder songs and half-forgotten dreams. Got a jug of white lightning and a tank on E, With a pale-faced shadow ridin' shotgun next to me. The moon hangs low like a noose in the sky, And the crows all gather where the old folks died. Yeah, it's a country song... just a little hardcore— Now my pickup's full of ghosts, and they're poundin' on the door. [Outro] So if you're drivin' backroads where the old oaks bend, And you hear somebody callin' that sounds like a friend... Keep your foot on the throttle, don't stop, don't pray. Some things in the holler don't stay buried away. They like old trucks, old songs, old whiskey poured, And they always leave room for one rider more... :::

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