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Why Did I Come Out TonightLyrics and Video Written & Produced by Allen Hood
All Rights Reserved by Allen Hood 9-30-2010 1
Walking down in old St. Augustine one night, Hard rain blowing in the lamp post light, There's a hurricane coming, and I don't care, There's other trouble blowing and it's in the air. 2 Footsteps all around me and nobody there, I feel them breathing on me, their smell is in the air, Black cat stalking the shadow on the wall, But the shadow's not me, and he's 10 feet tall. Chorus: Oh why did I come out tonight? Don't look left, don't look right, Oh-oohh Oh-oohh........ There's nothing's gonna turn out right. 3 The sea wall's getting pounded, the ocean's seeping through, This whole town is sinking, there's nothing we can do. Fish swim up the storm drains, they're all over town, The birds don't want to fly, but they fear what's on the ground. 4 There's a party going on, down on St. George Street. They're sittin' on the tables with water at their feet. But there's no one's laughing, nobody's having fun. There's terror on their faces, but they just can't run. Chorus 5 Why is everybody running, there's no place to go? There's a runaway carriage, the horses seem to know. The sky's twisting in torment, down to the ground, It's not the storm that scares me, but what's creeping into town. 6 A barge hit the new bridge, and it's coming down. There's something crawling out, looking all around. Some trunks fell in the water, and they're floating my way, I want to see what's in them, but I had to look away. Chorus 7 If I can make it to the Key-Man, I'll be all right. He sleeps beneath the drawbridge, most every night. He keeps the ancient fort key, the moat and Lighthouse too, It's the gate beyond the inlet, where the trouble's slippin' through. 8 Down a hidden stair below the old fort grounds, There lies a giant wheel, with chain wrapped all around, At night he'll crank the sea chain from the old redoubt, The chain will close the inlet gate, to keep the trouble out. Chorus ( In a town of great natural beauty most of the time, I wanted to express those rare moments when a certain creepy, dank and foreboding vapor seems to slither over the old fort walls with the storm tides.) |