Up On Crowley's Ridge

New moon down in Arkansas, the fog is settin' in
A chill goes through your body, though there isn't any wind
Something movin' in the shadows, you can see it from the ridge
Stranger things have happened up on Crowley's Ridge

There's a cottage in the clearing, willows growing all around
And a blood-soaked piece of clothing next to a rifle on the ground
Some kind of Voodoo symbol tied with horsehair in the hedge
Stranger things have happened up on Crowley's Ridge

Careful of your footing, careful where you stray
Best not trust your memory to remind you of your way
It's a long way to the bottom and slippery at the edge
Stranger things have happened up on Crowley's Ridge