Hey people, can’t you hear that sound?
Hey people, can’t you hear that sound?
There’s some no-good in the makin’ and the
Creek Cats are on the prowl.
When the whippoorwills cry, it means you’re already dead
When the whippoorwills cry, it means you’re already dead
They get spooked into your house now they’re lighting on the post of your bed.

They’ll bust your back door down
They’ll bust your back door down
They’ll bust your back door down
They’ll bust your back door down
They’ll bust your back door down
Now they’re climbing up the post of your bed.

When the blue moon’s high,
You know the creek waters flood.
Yeah, when the blue moon’s high,
You know the creek waters flood.
That’s a sure sign of death,
You can read it in the tracks in the mud.

They’ll bust your back door down
They’ll bust your back door down
They’ll bust your back door down
They’ll bust your back door down
They’ll bust your back door down
Now they’re lighting on the post of your bed.