Sleepy hollow, old Coke bottles
Civil War coins found in my yard
The footsteps walk hard on my catwalk
Through these sound waves they steady talk
Yeah, it sounds like a time from the past I can't explain
Not unless you're from the 60's on Cadillacs and cocaine
The realm that got me was a burnin' ring of fire
Now there's a ring around my ranch and I'm forever stuck inside