Skeletons in the Spanish Moss

Share, like and subscribe to be notified when a new song is uploaded. I will subscribe back as a thank you as long as your account settings show me your information. Lyrics written by me, but AI generated vocals and instruments. A dark country rap song with a strong bayou atmosphere. Album available on Apple Music, Itunes, Spotify, Amazon Music ,Deezer and many more. Lyrics: Drive through Atchafalaya, moss hang low like veil Look close, cher, that ain't just vine on cypress tail Spanish moss hide skeletons, skulls in gray lace Hanging there since 1800s, never left place Voodoo Queen say bayou keep receipt of sin Hang man, lost child, pirate that never win Wind blow, you hear rattle, not branch, but os Halloween wind make them dance in moss Moss move slow but there ain't no breeze in the air Bones sway low where gray lace hides white so bare Blackwater mirror don't show cypress, show cost Voodoo keep count of every soul ever lost Gray moss hold white bone, swaying just out of sight Every gust on Atchafalaya make the dead catch light You thought that was vine, cher, but it was rib and jaw Bayou never bury deep, it just hang what it saw One with tricorn hat, Lafitte crew left behind One in white veil, ghost bride never find One big moss man, Père Malfait with stake in chest Swamp gum through heart, but still no rest One with bright shirt, lutin trickster caught at last Queen hung his pranks up high for all past Every bone got story, every skull got grin On Halloween they chatter where moss so thin Skull grin wide in gray on All Hallows Day Teeth click time with drum where Queen make way She walk underneath, say bonsoir to bones beneath Dead answer in rattle, no tongue, but still speak Tricorn, veil, moss man, trickster bright All hanging where Spanish moss turn day to night Queen knows every name, she tied each with red string Bayou don't forget, it just let dead sing Moon burn orange, moss hang gray, bones glow white where they sway Queen light veladora, call them down, give dead dancer second round No wind, no rope, just voodoo keep them where they hang Halloween lift veil, you finally hear how dead sang Tonight Halloween, moss hang lower than before Queen light thirteen veladora on blackwater shore Skeletons drop down, not fall, just float like smoke Circle Queen and King, listen as cypress spoke Ah, king of cypress sing low lullaby for dead Queen tie red string on each skull, lay to bed By dawn they back up high, hidden in mousse again But you know now, cher, where bayou hide its sin When wind blow through Atchafalaya on Halloween night Look up, cher, not all moss is gray in moonlight Some bones come down to dance, then climb back high Bayou keep its skeletons, never let them die