Letras
There's a bridge past the pinewoods forgotten and cracked
Where the road turns to gravel and then fades to black
And the folks from the county they say with a shiver
That's where the Goatman walks down by the river
With a head like a beast and a body half-man
Hooves clattering low like a funeral band
He don't make a sound not a whisper or hiss
Just the echo of hooves in the midnight mist
And you'll hear: clop-clop clop-clop down by the ridge
Don't stop don't slow don't cross that bridge
If you feel eyes watching from deep in the trees
It's the Goatman stalking on backward knees
Two teens in a pickup they laughed at the tale
'Til the truck lost its light and the engine went pale
Heard tapping on glass and a long bellowed moan
And one never made it back home
A farmer once found his goats torn apart
With strange prints embedded like scars in the dark
He followed them deep past the creek and the pine
And was never again seen in daylight's shine
Clop-clop clop-clop he's close on your trail
Some say he's a demon some say he's from Hell
If you hear the wind shift and your breath starts to freeze
It's the Goatman walking on backward knees
A preacher came armed with his Bible and flame
Said "No beast will linger in God's holy name"
But the fire went out and the preacher went still -
Now his church lies empty on the hill
So don't test the stories don't mock what you hear
Some legends are warnings for those who don't fear
And if you must cross where the black water flows
Say a prayer and walk fast with your eyes tightly closed
Clop-clop clop-clop don't answer the sound
Don't look in the trees or glance at the ground
The shadows are deeper than any should be...
When the Goatman comes crawling on backward knees