Ghostly Grazing Grounds

Ghostly Grazing Grounds

By Debbie “Hayride” Harper & The Prairie Songbirds

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[Verse 1]
On a foggy night down by the old farm fence,
Where the moonlight flickers, and the air is tense,
There’s a story ‘bout a place where the cattle roam,
But don’t get too close, or you’ll hear the moan.

They say the cows ain’t just cows, they’re shadows in the night,
With glowing red eyes that give you a fright,
They graze on the grass that’s never been found,
In the haunted field known as the Ghostly Grazing Grounds.

[Chorus]
In the Ghostly Grazing Grounds, where the spirits play,
The wind whispers secrets that make you want to stay away,
Where the cattle moo in eerie tones,
And the prairie’s filled with haunted bones.
So don’t you dare ride out when the sun goes down,
Or you’ll find yourself lost in the Ghostly Grazing Grounds.

[Verse 2]
The rancher’s dog, they say he howls at the moon,
‘Cause he sees the spirits that’ll visit you soon,
The horses shiver, the chickens squawk,
When the phantom of the farmer comes out for a walk.

His spurs still jingle, but there’s no man in sight,
Just a cowboy’s shadow in the pale moonlight,
He rides ‘cross the range where the lost souls are bound,
In the haunted field known as the Ghostly Grazing Grounds.

[Chorus]
In the Ghostly Grazing Grounds, where the spirits play,
The wind whispers secrets that make you want to stay away,
Where the cattle moo in eerie tones,
And the prairie’s filled with haunted bones.
So don’t you dare ride out when the sun goes down,
Or you’ll find yourself lost in the Ghostly Grazing Grounds.

[Bridge]
Fiddles cry out from the distant hills,
Steel guitars moan with the cold night chills,
The barn doors creak, and the shadows dance,
As the ghostly ranch hands get a second chance.

[Verse 3]
They say at dawn, the spirits go back to their pens,
But the ghostly grazing never really ends,
So if you hear the lowing of a ghostly cow,
You’ll know you’ve stepped where no one should allow.

[Chorus]
In the Ghostly Grazing Grounds, where the spirits play,
The wind whispers secrets that make you want to stay away,
Where the cattle moo in eerie tones,
And the prairie’s filled with haunted bones.
So don’t you dare ride out when the sun goes down,
Or you’ll find yourself lost in the Ghostly Grazing Grounds.

[Outro]
Yeah, the Ghostly Grazing Grounds, where the spirits play,
Best stay in your saddle, and don’t lose your way,
For the night is dark, and the shadows abound,
In the haunted fields of the Ghostly Grazing Grounds.