[Verse 1] Dean's got the wheel and the radio loud Sam's buried deep in the research now I'm riding shotgun with a coffee cup stain Another small town calling out our names Old church bell ringing where nobody prays Cold spot hanging in a hallway haze The sheriff says folks hear a woman cry Every night at twelve when the moon gets high [Pre-Chorus] Something's moving through the dark tonight I can feel it crawling up my spine [Chorus] It's hunting season, baby, here we go Ghosts in the shadows and the devil below Three hearts beating to the same drum sound We're gonna run that spirit right out of town Salt on the floorboards, iron in my hand A little bit of faith and a final stand When the darkness rises, we're standing tall It's hunting season after all [Verse 2] The EMF's screaming like a freight train song Every sign says something's wrong Dean checks the trunk for the hundredth time Sam's connecting every clue and line I found a diary buried in the dust A story of betrayal, heartbreak, and rust One restless soul with unfinished pain Still chained to yesterday's rain [Pre-Chorus] The lights go out, the room turns cold I've seen enough to know the road [Chorus] It's hunting season, baby, here we go Ghosts in the shadows and the devil below Three hearts beating to the same drum sound We're gonna run that spirit right out of town Salt on the floorboards, iron in my hand A little bit of faith and a final stand When the darkness rises, we're standing tall It's hunting season after all [Bridge] The windows shake The walls cave in The angry dead are closing in Dean's yelling, "Move!" Sam's got the lore I'm kicking open one more door The spirit screams The candles flare A flash of light fills up the air And just like that she's finally gone The silence sings a sweeter song [Guitar Solo] (Big blues-rock guitar, stinging bends, swagger, attitude, driving shuffle beat) [Final Chorus] It's hunting season, baby, here we go Ghosts in the shadows and the devil below Three hearts beating to the same drum sound We're gonna run that spirit right out of town Raise a glass to another dawn Another case solved, another night gone Dean starts smiling, Sam just rolls his eyes And Baby's rolling toward another sky [Outro] White lines flying underneath the wheels You learn what's fake and what's real One more haunted road, one more town to save Living fast and chasing graves Yeah... It's hunting season.
