--- VERSE 1 Banjo pickin’ fast like a midnight chase, Wind blowin’ low through that shadow place. There’s a whisper ridin’ cold on the backwoods breeze, Sayin’ “Boy, don’t walk past them holler trees.” Piano hittin’ soft like a heartbeat drum, Sax moanin’ deep ’cause the dark has come. And the old folks mumble with a worried collar— “Son… don’t go down to Dead Man’s Holler.” --- CHORUS Don’t go down to Dead Man’s Holler, Where the moon goes dim and the night grows taller. Where the wind sounds wrong and the shadows follow— Lord, don’t go down to Dead Man’s Holler. --- VERSE 2 They say a man went missin’ back in ’79, Never came home from the lower pine. Left his boots by the creek where the water froze, But no one found where that poor boy goes. Clarinet cries like a haunted tune, Sax blows low ‘neath a dying moon. And Granny still warns with a shake and a holler— “Child… don’t go down to Dead Man’s Holler.” --- CHORUS Don’t go down to Dead Man’s Holler, Where the moon goes dim and the night grows taller. Where the wind sounds wrong and the shadows follow— Lord, don’t go down to Dead Man’s Holler. --- BRIDGE — (Spoken, deep and eerie) > “’Cause some roads end where the daylight won’t… And some things walk where the livin’ don’t. And if you hear your name in a voice that’s not hers… Turn back quick… ’fore the dark all stirs.” --- VERSE 3 Banjo rolls wild like a runaway train, Piano stompin’ hard like a drivin’ rain. Footsteps echo as the ridge winds swallow— Ain’t no soul safe in that cursed holler. And the whole town knows with a shiver and a swallow— “Boy… don’t go down to Dead Man’s Holler.” --- FINAL CHORUS Don’t go down to Dead Man’s Holler, Where the moon goes dim and the night grows taller. If the pine trees groan and the shadows call ya— Run like fire from Dead Man’s Holler. -- > “If you gotta ask why… then you ain’t never heard it. And if you have heard it… you sure ain’t gonna tell the tale.” ---
