Ghost House Songtext
von The Dodge Brothers

A red moon hangs low at the boneyard
The wind breathes a warning to the brave
It echoes cross the head stones
And rings out in the night
Crying "Murder don′t rest in the grave"

Down at the ghost house at the bottom of my street
A 57 pickup sits out rustin' by the gate
The front porch steps are rotten and the doors are fallin′ down
And darkness lurks behind each window pane

Down at the ghost house at the bottom of my street
You'd swear a band was playin' but you never hear a sound
They got rebels in the attic they got yankees on the floor
They got murderous intent behind each door


Oooo spooky
You can hear that ghost train whistle in the night
Oooo dark and deadly
You′ll swear a band was playing to the beat on Saturday night

Down at the ghost house the past comes roarin′ back
It comes with six white horses and a rubber tired hack
It'll hang you by the transom it′ll take your soul away
To the graveyard and never bring you back

Down at the ghost house things get hot around midmight
Razors start to flashin' and the ghosts begin to fight
The wall commence to shakin′ and the doorknobs spin around
And the icy breath of dead lovers chills your spine

Down at the ghost house on the outskirts of town
You'd swear a band was playin′ but you never hear a sound
They got rebels in the attic they got yankees on the floor
They got murderous intent behind each door
They got murderous intent behind each door
They got murderous intent behind each door