Jim Lauderdale - "Not Let You Go"
Okay, this song is way creepy in a good way. *shudder* The fiddle licks really sing the song's soul. Just imagine a family isolated in the backwoods of Louisiana, full of superstition, myth, and inbreeding. Then go find this song and listen to it, and be thankful for your education and upbringing.
It ain't none of your business
The what, why, where and the how
But since you've come to trust us
I'll tell you the gist of it now
You married into the family
Knowin' we was secretive
Winkin', blinkin', and immolatin'
Our rule is to live and let live
We will not let you go
Trim the candle way down low
If someone comes snoopin' 'round this door
They won't come snoopin' 'round no more
No, we will not let you go
Back in old Acadia
A hundred and eighty-three years ago
Someone died by and act of God
Conducted through a lightning rod
No one bore witness but the chickens
Our kin run off like the dickens
Who's to blame is not in question
It's a haunted history lesson
We will not let you go
We will not let you go
The husband of the firstborn daughter
Each generation is marked for slaughter
We will not let you go
Left Nova Scotia, once Acadia
Settled in south Lou'siana
Cold revenge followed us here
With lingerin' doubt and livin' fear
There's a proud family that won't forget
As far as we know, they remember yet
Only question I've got for you
Are you one of them and if you knew
We will not let you go
Trim the candle way down low
If someone comes snoopin' 'round this door
They won't come snoopin' 'round no more
No, we will not let you go
We will not let you go
No, we won't let you go