[Verse 1: Fuzz-scorched psych-rock male lead, thudding floor-tom drums, fuzz guitar riff] Every year on Halloween we climb up Pike Ridge Same old crew, same cooler, same busted folding fridge We stack the wood up chest high and we light it with a flare And everybody turns to me 'cause I'm the one who tells it there About a boy named Wendell in a bad October fall He wandered from this fire and he never came back at all I tell it every year the way my uncle told it me But this year on the far log there's a boy I didn't see [Hook: Fuzz-scorched psych-rock male lead, full voice, fuzz riff and floor toms] Tell it right, says the boy on the log Tell it right, from the edge of the fog Every word I get wrong, he is shaking his head Tell it right, tell it right, is all that he said [Verse 2: Fuzz-scorched psych-rock male lead, harder toms, riff stabs between the lines] I said that Wendell wandered, and the boy said no he didn't Somebody walked him off, and every word of it was hidden I said his coat was brown, the boy said no, his coat was green Too big across the shoulders, like the coat on him I'd seen Nobody knows who brought him, Danny says he isn't his Carla says she counted heads and she don't know whose kid he is The fire's spitting sideways and the wind ain't even blowing And every time I miss a word he's sitting there and knowing [Hook: Fuzz-scorched psych-rock male lead, full voice, fuzz riff and floor toms] Tell it right, says the boy on the log Tell it right, from the edge of the fog Every word I get wrong, he is shaking his head Tell it right, tell it right, is all that he said [Verse 3: Fuzz-scorched psych-rock male lead, riff drops to the bass, toms rolling] I said the man who took him was a stranger from the road The boy said no, a neighbor, and he walked with half a load He dragged his left foot, every step, the boy said, like a hinge And every grown man at the fire felt his stomach start to cringe My uncle dragged his left foot from the summer he was nine My uncle told this story first, and he told it every time He always told it wrong the same, the same way I was taught And now I know exactly why the boy was never caught [Bridge: Fuzz-scorched psych-rock male lead, floor toms only, low and close] The boy stands up, the coat hangs off him to the knee He says you told it right this year, the first in sixty three He walks into the dark beyond the edge of where we sit And the far log's empty with a green coat folded on it [Final Hook: Fuzz-scorched psych-rock male lead, three more fuzz guitars pile on, full voice] Tell it right, says the boy on the log Tell it right, from the edge of the fog Every word I get wrong, he is shaking his head Tell it right, tell it right, is all that he said [End]
