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Born where the bayou bends
Rust on the truck
Songs on his hands
Played every bar from the Quarter to Rouge
Tip jar dreams in borrowed shoes
Spanish moss and cheap motels
Writing hooks in a Bible belt
Mama said, "Boy, you got to try"
He chased that highway into the sky
But the ghosts keep calling him home
Back down that long, I-10 road
From neon dust to cypress stone
He hears those ghost nights
Ghost nights in Louisiana
Whispers in the sugarcane dark
Stories in the slow river sparks
He ran for fame but he can't outrun those
Ghost nights
Ghost nights in Louisiana
Nashville rooms, cold bright lights
Three-chord suits, handshakes, smiles
They liked his drawl, tried to trim his tongue
Told him, "Son, make it clean, make it young"
But he missed porch chairs, beer on ice
Fiddle bleeding through the pines
In every crowd, in every cheer
He swore he heard home in his ear
'Cause the ghosts keep calling him home
Back down that long, I-10 road
From neon dust to cypress stone
He hears those ghost nights
Ghost nights in Louisiana
Whispers in the sugarcane dark
Stories in the slow river sparks
He ran for fame but he can't outrun those
Ghost nights
Ghost nights in Louisiana
Bonfire crackle by the levee edge
Old folks laughing 'bout the walking dead
He's humming low while the bassline sways
Shadow on the water calling his name
Midnight fog on a two-lane curve
He feels that pull in every nerve
"Boy, you ain't lost, you just been gone"
He lets that haunted groove lead him on
Now the ghosts are singing along
Right in the place he belongs
From broken hearts to swamp green dawn
He rides these ghost nights
Ghost nights in Louisiana
Whispers in the sugarcane dark
Stories in the slow river sparks
He left for fame but he came back home to
Ghost nights
Ghost nights in Louisiana
