[Intro – Rain + Creaking Wood]
[Rocking chair moving slowly]
Hush now…
even the ghosts sleep eventually.
[Soft piano enters]
At least…
that’s what I keep tellin’ myself.
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[Verse 1]
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Dead man rockin’ on a shotgun porch,
Moonlight pale like an old church torch.
Whiskey sweatin’ in his tired hand,
Tryna forgive what he don’t understand.
Louisiana wind hum low through the trees,
Sound like sorrow ridin’ on the breeze.
Every cricket chirp feel sharp tonight,
Like the swamp itself know he losin’ the fight.
Mama used to sing soft gospel tunes,
Before the world turned violent and cruel.
Now them same hymns echo in his head,
Keepin’ company with the restless dead.
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[Hook – Choir + Funeral Trumpet]
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Sing me a dead man’s lullaby…
Soft enough to let the pain die.
Black water hummin’ low tonight…
Rock my soul toward the light.
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[Verse 2]
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He buried friends before they hit they prime,
Watched good men decay over time.
Seen women cry in hospital halls,
Seen pride make strong men fall.
Now every thunderstorm feel personal,
Like heaven itself become merciless.
And sleep don’t come without ghosts attached,
Every dream drag old memories back.
So he sit beneath them Southern stars,
Talkin’ to God through emotional scars.
Not askin’ for riches, not askin’ for fame—
Just peace from the hurt and shame.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Choir]
Maybe exhaustion…
the real haunting.
Not fear.
Not demons.
Just bein’ tired…
for too long.
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Hush little soul, don’t you cry…
Even broken hearts deserve the sky.
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[Verse 3]
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Morning still far beyond the swamp haze,
But somewhere dawn prepare a place.
And maybe survival ain’t always loud,
Maybe strength look like kneelin’ down.
So if the river ever call my name,
Let it wash away the pain.
And if heaven hear this melody—
Tell ‘em save a little grace for me.
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[Final Hook – Full Choir + Strings]
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Sing me a dead man’s lullaby…
Till the ghosts finally pass me by.
Black water driftin’ soft tonight…
Carry my weary soul toward light.
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[Outro – Piano + Crickets]
[Rocking chair slows to a stop]
The South teach you how to survive…
but not always how to rest.
