The Hooves on the Bridge (Goatman)

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