[Intro – Frogs + Wind + Distant Bell]
You hear that?
[Wood creaks softly]
That ain’t the house settlin’.
Down here…
the dead don’t sleep.
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[Verse 1]
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Granddaddy voice still drift through the hall,
Even though his picture faded on the wall.
Old wood floors creak at night slow,
Like the past still pacing through the home.
Spanish moss swing like spirits in prayer,
Bayou fog thick like souls in the air.
Mama said, “Boy, respect the land,”
‘Cause history buried underneath this sand.
Too much blood soaked into these roots,
Too many chains dragged through these swamps too.
The water carry stories nobody told,
Pain passed down till it settle in bones.
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[Hook – Choir + Organ]
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The dead don’t sleep down here…
They whisper through the rain.
Move through the water…
Call us by our names.
The dead don’t sleep down here…
The South remember pain.
Every road haunted…
Every prayer remain.
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[Verse 2]
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Funeral photos stacked in the drawer,
Old black-and-white faces watch from before.
Some died broke, some died proud,
Some disappeared where the river run south.
Church bells ring through humid nights,
Mix with blues guitars and flashing lights.
Everybody down here carry ghosts inside,
That’s why the music sound baptized.
Not horror—just memory alive,
Ancestors movin’ through rhythm and time.
Every drumline, every trumpet cry,
Sound like spirits still testifyin’.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Choir]
The South buried too much…
to ever be silent.
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Hear the echoes…
Feel the ground…
Lost souls still wander round.
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[Verse 3]
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Sometimes I think the swamp know grief,
Know heartbreak deeper than human speech.
That’s why the nights feel heavy here,
Like sorrow itself learned to breathe here.
But maybe ghosts ain’t always fear,
Maybe they reminders we still here.
Proof that love and pain survive—
Long after flesh and time both die.
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[Final Hook – Full Brass + Choir]
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The dead don’t sleep down here…
Still hummin’ through the trees.
Still marchin’ through the graveyards…
Still floatin’ on the breeze.
The dead don’t sleep down here…
The bayou never forget.
Louisiana carry every spirit left.
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[Outro – Wind + Footsteps in Water]
Watch where you walk…
some souls still wander the swamp.
