[Intro – Slide Guitar + Whistling Wind]
(A ghostly “woo-oo” in the background)
Yeah…
Ain’t no light down this road tonight.
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[Verse 1]
The moon’s hangin’ low like a broken light,
Jack-o’-lanterns grinnin’ by the pale porch light.
Boots on gravel, hear the dogs all bark,
Somethin’s walkin’ with me in the dark.
Graveyard whiskey in a mason jar,
Ain’t no angels left in this bar.
Fiddle’s cryin’, ghosts hum low,
The devil’s dancin’ on the radio.
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[Chorus]
It’s a honky-tonk haunted,
Where the lost souls sing.
We got skeleton shakers and the church bells ring.
There’s a girl in black, with a fiery stare,
And a halo hangin’ on her silver hair.
It’s a honky-tonk haunted,
And the night won’t end.
If you drink too long, you might meet your friend.
Raise your glass, don’t lose your nerve—
It’s the ghost of the life you don’t deserve.
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[Verse 2]
Spurs still jinglin’, echo through the night,
That old jukebox flickers, hummin’ “Neon Light.”
Bartender’s pale — no soul in sight,
Just pourin’ shots for the afterlife.
There’s a preacher playin’ cards with sin,
Sayin’, “Boy, you can’t win where I’ve been.”
But I lay down kings, I raise my glass,
To the ghosts of the ones who never passed.
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[Chorus]
It’s a honky-tonk haunted,
Where the lost souls sing.
We got skeleton shakers and the church bells ring.
There’s a girl in black, with a fiery stare,
And a halo hangin’ on her silver hair.
It’s a honky-tonk haunted,
And the night won’t end.
If you drink too long, you might meet your friend.
Raise your glass, don’t lose your nerve—
It’s the ghost of the life you don’t deserve.
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[Bridge – Soft, eerie fiddle solo + low harmony vocals]
(Whispered)
Every town’s got a road like this,
Where the dead still talk, and the past don’t miss.
If you hear a name in the midnight mist…
Boy, don’t answer — just blow that kiss.
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[Final Chorus – Full Band, Gospel Choir Harmony]
It’s a honky-tonk haunted,
And the whiskey’s cold.
Playin’ songs for the young and the old.
You can run, you can pray, but you can’t turn back,
Once you dance with a ghost in a cowboy hat.
It’s a honky-tonk haunted,
Ain’t no peace tonight.
We’re all sinners in the pale moonlight.
So raise your voice, let the spirits serve—
It’s the ghost of the love we still deserve.
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[Outro – Spoken / Slow fade]
Yeah…
The jukebox stops, the lights burn out,
But the ghosts keep singin’ when the crowd walks out.
(Harmonica fades)
Welcome to the honky-tonk haunted.
x1xGenz
