The Moon Hangs Heavy

[Verse] In the heart of the delta, where the cotton fields sway, I hear the howlin' wind, as the night turns to gray, The river whispers secrets, it's got stories to tell, Of broken dreams and sorrow, in this lonely spell. The ghosts of the past, they haunt these weathered walls, Their souls still linger, in these empty halls, A guitar moans and weeps, in the dim candlelight, As I sing the midnight tales, of a forgotten fight. [Verse 2] Down by the crossroads, where deals are made, I've seen the devil's eyes, in the shadows that fade, The moon hangs heavy, casting shadows on the ground, As I search for redemption, in this lost and found. The ghosts of the past, they haunt these weathered walls, Their souls still linger, in these empty halls, A guitar moans and weeps, in the dim candlelight, As I sing the midnight tales, of a forgotten fight.