A little Halloween tune that I threw together for the season. Lyrics were written a couple of years ago.
Original alternative country
While I am not really a band per se, I do get together with friends to work on music that I have created. Most times you will find me slogging it out in the studio by myself trying to get a guitar or drum track down that sounds decent. I am not too much of a singer but have people that keep pushing me to do that. As with anything it takes a lot of practice to be good.
Lyrics
Creedy’s Place
© 2006,2008 Mike Frisbey
(V1)
When it's dark and the night is gloomy
clutchin’ your bag of Halloween candy
a lonely road you never took before
Up ahead where the pavement ends
right about where the gravel begins
your heart starts beating faster more and more
(Chorus)
And we’re gonna go…
Knock, knock
trick or treat is comin’
Knock, knock
and we’ll begin a’runnin’
Knock, knock
grab a hand and hold on tight
(whispered)
hold on tight
Knock, knock
your friends tryin’ to betcha
Knock, knock
that he’s a’gonna getcha
Knock, knock
on old Creedy’s door tonight
(whispered)
Gonna getcha, gonna, gonna getcha
(V2)
Around the bend and it's all you'll see
a rundown fence and a dead oak tree
that spooky house just stares you in the face
Better run to save your hide
no one really knows what lurks inside
come Halloween at that old Creedy place
(Chorus)
And we’re gonna go…
Knock, knock
trick or treat is comin’
Knock, knock
and we’ll begin a’runnin’
Knock, knock
grab a hand and hold on tight
(whispered)
hold on tight
Knock, knock
friends are tryin’ to betcha
Knock, knock
that he’s a’gonna getcha
Knock, knock
on old Creedy’s door tonight
(whispered)
Gonna getcha, gonna, gonna getcha
(Bridge)
Bats and spooks send chills up our spine
gotta get home we count our candy at nine
(Chorus)
And we’re gonna go…
Knock, knock
trick or treat is comin’
Knock, knock
and we’ll begin a’runnin’
Knock, knock
grab a hand and hold on tight
(whispered)
hold on tight
Knock, knock
friends are tryin’ to betcha
Knock, knock
that he’s a’gonna getcha
Knock, knock
on old Creedy’s door tonight
(whispered)
Gonna getcha, gonna, gonna getcha
