Tim Jones

Tim Jones

 Rock Hill, South Carolina, USA
BandCountryFolk

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The Legend of Whitewolf Road

Written By: Tim Jones


VERSE 1
Not too far from the town of Clover off Highway 55
Just a few miles from the Kings Mountain Highway near the Cherokee county line
There’s a place all the locals know about, the story’s often told
‘Bout the strange hap’nin’s and the eerie sounds that come from Whitewolf Road

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WHITEWOLF ROAD, WHITEWOLF ROAD
THE THINGS YOU’LL SEE AND HEAR DOWN THERE
WILL MAKE A BRAVE MAN’S BLOOD RUN COLD
SO IF YOU’RE FAINT OF HEART OR SCARED OF THE DARK
BEST LISTEN TO WHAT YOU’RE TOLD
AND DON’T GO DRIVING DOWN WHITEWOLF ROAD

VERSE 2 (Spoken)
She used to roam those hills, they say, with a white wolf by her side
A beautiful young maid clad all in white, a rebel soldier’s bride
But on his return from war he found that her love for him had grown cold
So he killed and buried her and the wolf at the creek on Whitewolf Road

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VERSE 3(Spoken)
Now they say if you drive that road on certain nights white shadows will cross your path
Thunder will crash, lightning will flash, an ill chill will fill the air
And just when you think it’s imagination or maybe some terrible dream
From the depths of hell comes an unearthly sound, a half human half animal scream

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The Legend of Crybaby Bridge

Written By: Tim Jones

VERSE I
Just a lonely band of gypsies, traveling through the Southland
Reading what the future holds from the palm of your hand
Tarot cards and tea leaves, conversations with the dead
But no crystal ball could foretell the strange events that lay ahead

VERSE II
In the dim moonlight he saw her, the gypsies’ only daughter
Raven hair and deep dark eyes concealed her tender age
Nine and half months later, when that gypsy band returned
One local boy would learn the meaning of a gypsy father’s rage

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WHAT’S EVERYBODY HEARING BACK IN THOSE CAROLINA HILLS?
SOME SAY IT’S JUST A BOBCAT CRYING OR MAYBE JUST A WHIPPOORWILL
ONE THING YOU CAN BE SURE OF, IF YOU GO OUT PAST OAK RIDGE
SOMETHING MIGHTY STRANGE WILL HAPPEN OUT ON CRYBABY BRIDGE

VERSE III
Though the baby had his father’s fair skin and his father’s big blue eyes
That local boy couldn’t stand the shame, his child he denied
So she clutched her baby to her and went out past Oak Ridge
And plunged into those swirling waters ‘neath Crybaby Bridge

VERSE IV
Well, you may not believe in the last words of this verse
And you may not believe in a gypsy father’s curse
But come most any evening, if you’re brave enough to try
If you go and stand upon that bridge you can hear that baby cry

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