Cornfield Shadows (A Stereotypical Country Horrorcore Song)

gothic country, dark folk, funeral march

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(Verse 1)
Well, I fire up my Freightliner in the dead of the night,
Headin’ west on them backroads where the GPS lies.
Through southern Ohio,Indiana, and into Illinois.
Miles of endless green walls, devoid of joy.
My hands grip the wheel like a vice and a prayer,
‘Cause navarrophobia’s ridin’ shotgun there.
One wrong turn and them stalks close in like a cage,
Lord, I hate these Midwest backroads at this stage.
(Chorus)
Oh, the cornfields whisper secrets I don’t wanna know,
Evil scarecrows dancin’ where the headlights glow.
Cryptids in the rows, eyes shinin’ cold and mean,
Snakes slitherin’ silent through the tassels and the green.
Isolation’s heavy as my load of freight,
Just me, the diesel hum, and fear I can’t escape.
Lord, deliver me from these fields so tall and wide,
I’m a trucker with the shakes on this haunted midnight ride.
(Verse 2)
They say nothin’ hides in there but wind and summer heat,
But I’ve seen shadows movin’ where the moonlight meets the wheat.
Evil scarecrows with their burlap grins and ragged sheets,
Turnin’ slow to watch me as my engine overheats.
Bigfoot? Mothman? Or somethin’ worse in the maze?
Predators waitin’ patient for a breakdown or a haze.
Rattlers in the underbrush, coyotes on the prowl,
One flat tire and I’m prayin’ I don’t hear that howl.
(Chorus)
Oh, the cornfields whisper secrets I don’t wanna know,
Evil scarecrows dancin’ where the headlights glow.
Cryptids in the rows, eyes shinin’ cold and mean,
Snakes slitherin’ silent through the tassels and the green.
Isolation’s heavy as my load of freight,
Just me, the diesel hum, and fear I can’t escape.
Lord, deliver me from these fields so tall and wide,
I’m a trucker with the shakes on this haunted midnight ride.
(Bridge)
CB radio’s static, no voices left to call,
Just the endless rows stretchin’ like a funeral pall.
Sweat on my brow, heart poundin’ like a broken drum,
Every mile through the maize feels like kingdom come.
I keep the hammer down, tryin’ not to lose my mind,
‘Cause stoppin’ out here means the dark claims what it finds.
(Verse 3 / Final Chorus – slower, then building)
Dawn’s breakin’ somewhere past the horizon line,
But these backroads twist forever, and the corn won’t mind.
I’ll take the interstates next time, pay the tolls and run,
Anything but navarrophobia under that risin’ sun.
Yeah, the cornfields whisper secrets I don’t wanna know...
But I’m rollin’ on, prayin’ for the lights of Chicago.
(Outro – spoken over fading diesel rumble)
Ten-four, good buddy... if you’re out there. Stay off them backroads when the corn gets high. This driver’s done with the shadows.

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(Verse 1) Well, I fire up my Freightliner in the dead of the night, Headin’ west on them backroads where the GPS lies. Through southern Ohio,Indiana, and into Illinois. Miles of endless green walls, devoid of joy. My hands grip the wheel like a vice and a prayer, ‘Cause navarrophobia’s ridin’ shotgun there. One wrong turn and them stalks close in like a cage, Lord, I hate these Midwest backroads at this stage. (Chorus) Oh, the cornfields whisper secrets I don’t wanna know, Evil scarecrows dancin’ where the headlights glow. Cryptids in the rows, eyes shinin’ cold and mean, Snakes slitherin’ silent through the tassels and the green. Isolation’s heavy as my load of freight, Just me, the diesel hum, and fear I can’t escape. Lord, deliver me from these fields so tall and wide, I’m a trucker with the shakes on this haunted midnight ride. (Verse 2) They say nothin’ hides in there but wind and summer heat, But I’ve seen shadows movin’ where the moonlight meets the wheat. Evil scarecrows with their burlap grins and ragged sheets, Turnin’ slow to watch me as my engine overheats. Bigfoot? Mothman? Or somethin’ worse in the maze? Predators waitin’ patient for a breakdown or a haze. Rattlers in the underbrush, coyotes on the prowl, One flat tire and I’m prayin’ I don’t hear that howl. (Chorus) Oh, the cornfields whisper secrets I don’t wanna know, Evil scarecrows dancin’ where the headlights glow. Cryptids in the rows, eyes shinin’ cold and mean, Snakes slitherin’ silent through the tassels and the green. Isolation’s heavy as my load of freight, Just me, the diesel hum, and fear I can’t escape. Lord, deliver me from these fields so tall and wide, I’m a trucker with the shakes on this haunted midnight ride. (Bridge) CB radio’s static, no voices left to call, Just the endless rows stretchin’ like a funeral pall. Sweat on my brow, heart poundin’ like a broken drum, Every mile through the maize feels like kingdom come. I keep the hammer down, tryin’ not to lose my mind, ‘Cause stoppin’ out here means the dark claims what it finds. (Verse 3 / Final Chorus – slower, then building) Dawn’s breakin’ somewhere past the horizon line, But these backroads twist forever, and the corn won’t mind. I’ll take the interstates next time, pay the tolls and run, Anything but navarrophobia under that risin’ sun. Yeah, the cornfields whisper secrets I don’t wanna know... But I’m rollin’ on, prayin’ for the lights of Chicago. (Outro – spoken over fading diesel rumble) Ten-four, good buddy... if you’re out there. Stay off them backroads when the corn gets high. This driver’s done with the shadows.

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