Haunted
Billy & The Dukes Lyrics


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Down the long, wooden stairway echoes rattles and clanks
From some corner of the attic; cold, dusty and dank
In the night the shadows that dance across the wall
Seem as they're making the whispers winding down the hall
You'll close the windows and white drapes, tell yourself it's the wind
But you know that there's another reason for the goosebumps on your skin
And you don't even know that you're in for the fright of your life
But what you don't know can hurt you in the darkness of the night
When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight
Even though the scurry in your wall isn't a mouse
When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight
Even though you're living in a haunted house
You don't think that ghosts exist, that can't be reality
But the spirits that float in the air, they seem to disagree
Gus isn't a friendly ghost; he hates everything you fucking do
You sound just like his nagging bitch wife, that shot him in '62 (Fuck!)
He drags chains across your floor, rings an old church bell
Your life has become a shitty sitcom from the depths of Hell
As your life's months and years leak through creaky cracks
You're just waiting for the day you die to forever haunt him back
When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight
Even though the scurry in your wall isn't a mouse




When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight
Even though you're living in a haunted house

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Billy & The Dukes's song "Haunted" depict the eerie and unsettling atmosphere of living in a haunted house. The song starts by describing the sounds of rattling and clanking coming from the attic, creating a cold and dusty environment. The shadows dancing on the walls seem to be whispering and amplifying the haunted ambiance. The singer advises closing the windows and drapes, attributing the goosebumps on the skin to the wind. However, there is an underlying sense that something more sinister is at play.


The chorus emphasizes the need to sleep tight at night, despite the presence of strange sounds in the walls that are not caused by a mouse. The second verse challenges the disbelief in ghosts, suggesting that these spirits disagree with the notion. The mention of Gus, a not-so-friendly ghost, adds a personal element to the haunting. Gus is portrayed as resentful and filled with hatred, comparing the singer's voice to his nagging wife who shot him in 1962. Chains being dragged and an old church bell being rung further intensify the terrifying experience.


As time passes, the singer's life becomes akin to a hellish sitcom, with months and years slipping away through creaky cracks. The final lines suggest that the singer eagerly awaits death so they can haunt Gus in return.


Overall, the lyrics of "Haunted" paint a vivid picture of the distressing and unsettling nature of living in a haunted house. It explores the mysterious and ghostly presence, while also delving into themes of revenge and the lingering impact of past actions.


Line by Line Meaning

Down the long, wooden stairway echoes rattles and clanks
In the eerie atmosphere of the old house, the sound of rattling and clanking echoes down the staircase, creating an unsettling feeling.


From some corner of the attic; cold, dusty and dank
From a dark and neglected corner of the attic, where it is chilly, filled with dust and dampness, strange occurrences emerge.


In the night the shadows that dance across the wall
During the night, the shadows cast upon the wall appear to move and dance, contributing to a sense of unease.


Seem as they're making the whispers winding down the hall
The shifting shadows give the impression that whispers are flowing along the hallway, heightening the feeling of a haunting presence.


You'll close the windows and white drapes, tell yourself it's the wind
Attempting to reassure yourself, you close the windows and draw the white drapes, convincing yourself that the unsettling sounds are merely caused by the wind.


But you know that there's another reason for the goosebumps on your skin
Deep down, you understand that there is an underlying cause for the goosebumps that appear on your skin, indicating a presence beyond the natural explanation.


And you don't even know that you're in for the fright of your life
Unaware of the impending terror that awaits, you remain oblivious to the impending fear and chaos that will consume your existence.


But what you don't know can hurt you in the darkness of the night
The lack of awareness can have dire consequences as the darkness of the night holds unseen dangers that can inflict harm upon you.


When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight
Before going to sleep, it is crucial to ensure everything is secure, even though the disturbance you hear in the wall is not caused by a mere mouse.


Even though the scurry in your wall isn't a mouse
Although the unsettling sounds coming from the wall are not the result of a small rodent scurrying, they persist, evoking a chilling presence.


You don't think that ghosts exist, that can't be reality
Skeptical of the existence of ghosts, you deem it improbable, refusing to accept the reality that such supernatural beings could be present.


But the spirits that float in the air, they seem to disagree
However, the ethereal spirits that linger in the environment contradict your disbelief, manifesting their presence in subtle ways, defying logic.


Gus isn't a friendly ghost; he hates everything you fucking do
Gus, one of the malevolent spirits, harbors intense animosity toward every action and decision you make, despising your very existence.


You sound just like his nagging bitch wife, that shot him in '62 (Fuck!)
Your voice and mannerisms resemble those of Gus' nagging, contemptible wife, who infamously shot him in the year 1962, fueling his eternal bitterness.


He drags chains across your floor, rings an old church bell
Gus torments you by dragging heavy chains across the floor, their haunting sound resonating through the house, while also ringing an eerie, ancient church bell.


Your life has become a shitty sitcom from the depths of Hell
Your existence has devolved into a nightmarish parody reminiscent of a dreadful sitcom, originating from the darkest depths of Hell itself.


As your life's months and years leak through creaky cracks
Time passes slowly, as the months and years of your life seep away through the creaking cracks in the decaying structure, emphasizing your entrapment.


You're just waiting for the day you die to forever haunt him back
Counting the days until your inevitable demise, you yearn to eternally haunt Gus in revenge for the torment he has inflicted upon you.


When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight
Before retiring for the night, it is essential to ensure your safety and security, even though you reside in a house plagued by supernatural disturbances.


Even though the scurry in your wall isn't a mouse
Despite the fact that the sounds emerging from within your walls cannot be attributed to innocent animal movements, they persist, intensifying the atmosphere of haunting.


When you go to bed at night don't forget to sleep tight
Even as you prepare for slumber, it is paramount to find solace in a sense of security, despite residing in a dwelling that is subject to supernatural forces.


Even though you're living in a haunted house
Acknowledging the reality of your situation, you come to terms with the fact that you are residing within a home infested with the presence of restless and malevolent spirits.




Lyrics © DistroKid
Written by: Billy Whitaker

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LYRICS

My name is Billy Austin
I'm twenty-nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma
Quarter Cherokee I'm told
Don't remember Oklahoma
It's been so long since I left home
Seems like I've always been in prison
Like I've always been alone
Didn't mean to hurt nobody
Never thought I'd cross that line
I held up a filling station
Like I'd done a hundred times
The kid done like I told him
He lay face down on the floor
Guess I'll never know what made me
Turn and walk back through that door
The shot rang out like thunder
My ears rang like a bell
No one came running
And so I called the cops myself
Took their time to get there
And I guess I could'a run
I knew I should be feeling something
But I never shed tear one
I didn't even make the papers
Because I only killed one man
But my trial was over quickly
And then the long hard wait began
Court appointed lawyer
Couldn't look me in the eye
He just stood up and closed his briefcase
When they sentenced me to die
And now my waiting's over
As the final hour drags by
I ain't about to tell you
That I don't deserve to die
There's twenty-seven men here
Mostly black and brown and poor
And most of 'em are guilty
And who are you to say for sure?
So when the preacher comes to get me
And they shave off all my hair
Could you take that long walk with me
Knowing Hell's waiting there?
Could you pull that switch yourself, sir
With a sure and steady hand?
Could you still tell yourself, sir
That you're better than I am?

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My name is Billy Austin
I'm twenty-nine years old
I was born in Oklahoma
Quarter Cherokee I'm told



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@billgriffin1505

The best in the business as a songwriter....song is almost 30 years old now and as powerful as ever

@davidlindley171

Leave it to Steve! Personal life of pain and heartbreak yet he marches on... One of the most prolific songwriters of our generation! God bless the man....

@davidlindley171

I would also say prolific pain and heartbreak!

@craigm.johnston5920

i'll stand on bob dylans coffe table in my cowboy boots and i'll tell him that steve earle is the best song writer ever!

@randallmullins8961

dylan sold his soul, steve earle is just great

@tj440

I'm curious about your opinion of Bruce Springsteen's album Nebraska

@dianeduvall6907

Steve Earle is good but Bob Dylan is awesome and he is the best of the Best hello

@lockandloadlikehell

You've always been a risk taker

@nickwiszniewski4281

@@dianeduvall6907 both are superb poets, Dylan had a universal reach but couldn’t sing for shit, Steve Earle is for the men who have had the rough of life and as a male that falls into the latter, Mr Earle will always be the greatest songwriter and singer of his genre. Dylan fans shop at wal mart, Earle fans shop at Salvation army

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@nancyb8421

This man has always been my favorite. I hope to see him one day and thank him for his years of great music!❤

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