The Holler Monsters

[Intro] Mud on the boots, moon in the creek

Something in the timber don’t blink, don’t speak

Lantern light shaking, dogs won’t bark

Whole damn holler got teeth in the dark

[Chorus] There’s a holler full of monsters where the pine trees lean

Red eyes burning through the kudzu green

Mud rap stomping with a backroad sound

Cryptids in the creek bed, crawling up from the ground

Mothman wings when the bridge lights flicker

Bigfoot tracks by the broken liquor

Skinny shadows by the old coal mine

Don’t whistle back when they call your line

[Verse 1] I was raised where the fog rolls low

Where the river talks slow and the night won’t go

Granddad said, “Boy, keep your head on straight

Don’t feed what knocks at the pasture gate.”

Saw a black dog standing by a rusted Ford

No chain, no collar, no mercy, no Lord

Had a grin too wide and a chest like smoke

Then it stepped through the fence like the fence was broke

I keep a blade in the Bible, buckshot in the shed

Salt on the windowsill over my bed

But the things in the hills don’t fear no shell

They been here longer than church bells

[Chorus] There’s a holler full of monsters where the pine trees lean

Red eyes burning through the kudzu green

Mud rap stomping with a backroad sound

Cryptids in the creek bed, crawling up from the ground

Mothman wings when the bridge lights flicker

Bigfoot tracks by the broken liquor

Skinny shadows by the old coal mine

Don’t whistle back when they call your line

[Verse 2] Crawler in the culvert, pale as bone

Sings like a woman when you’re walking home

Voice so sweet, but the words ain’t right

Makes your blood run mud in the blue-black night

Something tall by the sawmill, bent at the spine

Counting my steps from the tree line

I said, “Who’s there?” and the hills replied

With a thousand dead voices from the other side

Moss on my jacket, fear in my lungs

Old folk prayers sitting under my tongue

But I don’t run when the brush gets stirred

I stomp twice back, and I give my word

[Bridge] Coal dust, creek rust, blood moon climbing

Floorboard bass and the banjo whining

Hands in the dirt, roots in the grave

Whole mountain moves when the old ones wake

[Breakdown] Stomp, stomp, hear that knock

Three loud hits on the cabin block

Don’t open up, don’t ask no name

Ain’t no neighbor walking in that rain

Stomp, stomp, hear that cry

Something with antlers walking upright

Mud on the porch, claw on the pine

Cross on the door, but it crossed that line

[Final Chorus] There’s a holler full of monsters where the pine trees lean

Red eyes burning through the kudzu green

Mud rap stomping with a backroad sound

Cryptids in the creek bed, crawling up from the ground

Mothman wings when the bridge lights flicker

Bigfoot tracks by the broken liquor

Skinny shadows by the old coal mine

Don’t whistle back when they call your line

[Outro] Mud on the boots, moon in the creek

Something in the timber don’t blink, don’t speak

Lantern went cold, dogs all fled

And the hills keep singing for the newly dead