The Phantom Picker

[Verse 1]
Midnight falls heavy on the Delta dirt Worn out boots and a flannel shirt Standing at the intersection of here and gone Waiting for the devil or the crack of dawn Legend says a man stood here before Traded his soul to settle a score Now the wind whispers a melody That sounds a lot like misery

[Chorus]
There's a phantom picking on a six-string ghost raising a glass for a darker toast Crossroads shadow, long and tall Waiting for the hammer to fall You can hear the slide on the rusted wire Burning with a supernatural fire Don't sign the paper, don't shake the hand Of the Phantom Picker in the shadow land

[Verse 2]
I came here looking for a song to play But the silence is screaming "stay away" The crickets stopped chirping, the air went cold This ain't a story that should be told I saw a figure with a brimmed hat low Eyes glowing red with an eerie glow

[Chorus]
There's a phantom picking on a six-string ghost raising a glass for a darker toast Crossroads shadow, long and tall Waiting for the hammer to fall You can hear the slide on the rusted wire Burning with a supernatural fire Don't sign the paper, don't shake the hand Of the Phantom Picker in the shadow land

[Bridge]
Run, boy, run back to the light Don't get caught in the middle of the night The talent ain't worth the price you pay When you lose your soul along the way

[Dobro Solo - Eerie and atmospheric]

[Outro]
He's watching. He's waiting. The Phantom Picker.