Ain't No Ghost in the HoJo
Oh-o-o-o-oh-o
Vs.1
A stone’s throw from the fountain,
Spied by Juan Ponce De Leon,
Glows an old broke-down motel
With cigarette smoke stains on the old windows.
Oh-o-o-o-oh-o
Vs.2
Ain’t no ghost in the HoJo,
But there's one just up the street,
So we go to the HoJo
In hopes to rest for one night in peace.
Chorus 1
The lights flicker, the sun is creeping down, down, down.
We’re told some stories of an ancient burial ground.
I sense unsettled energy, as frigid air rolls over me,
And I swear we’re not alone!
Oh-o-o-o-oh-o
Vs.3
Wind blows the palmettos,
As we’re drifting off to sleep.
I hold cold to my pillow
In preparation for what I might see.
Vs.4
And in that very moment,
Right out in front of my nose,
A form arose from the air vent
Dressed like someone from a very old photo.
Chorus 2
The lights click on, the temperature falls down, down, down.
The floor splits open revealing a hole in the ground.
The television switches on, the bed creeks, and the walls shake,
And it’s clear we’re not alone!
Coda
Oh the ghosts in the HoJo
They won’t let you get no sleep.
Spirits out on a furlough.
Oh, don't it freak you out!
© Bryan Nebel 2012
Oh-o-o-o-oh-o
Vs.1
A stone’s throw from the fountain,
Spied by Juan Ponce De Leon,
Glows an old broke-down motel
With cigarette smoke stains on the old windows.
Oh-o-o-o-oh-o
Vs.2
Ain’t no ghost in the HoJo,
But there's one just up the street,
So we go to the HoJo
In hopes to rest for one night in peace.
Chorus 1
The lights flicker, the sun is creeping down, down, down.
We’re told some stories of an ancient burial ground.
I sense unsettled energy, as frigid air rolls over me,
And I swear we’re not alone!
Oh-o-o-o-oh-o
Vs.3
Wind blows the palmettos,
As we’re drifting off to sleep.
I hold cold to my pillow
In preparation for what I might see.
Vs.4
And in that very moment,
Right out in front of my nose,
A form arose from the air vent
Dressed like someone from a very old photo.
Chorus 2
The lights click on, the temperature falls down, down, down.
The floor splits open revealing a hole in the ground.
The television switches on, the bed creeks, and the walls shake,
And it’s clear we’re not alone!
Coda
Oh the ghosts in the HoJo
They won’t let you get no sleep.
Spirits out on a furlough.
Oh, don't it freak you out!
© Bryan Nebel 2012