

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] You left your ring on the counter And a note by the sugar can Said, “I’m headed out to the marshlands With a far better kind of man” Now the truck’s still in the driveway But your boots are gone from the rack And there’s a pair of muddy footprints Leading way out back [Pre-Chorus] I thought I’d find you crying At the end of my two-step prayer But you were moon-eyed, smiling At a shadow on the stair [Chorus] Oh, you love that Mothman Love that Mothman Black wings, red eyes, take my wife again Oh, you love that Mothman Love that Mothman I’m a broken man in a pickup bed (Oh, Mothman) [Verse 2] Then I caught you by the pond light With the Jersey Devil grinnin’ wide Nessie wore a scarf from Scotland While she curled up by your side Fresno Nightwalkers were dancing On the hood of your old Ford And you said, “Don’t wait up for supper I’ve found what I was looking for” [Pre-Chorus] I watched you slip your hand in Where the willow shadows fell Then an Icelandic elf lit incense And rang a tiny bell [Chorus] Oh, you love that Mothman Love that Mothman Black wings, red eyes, take my wife again Oh, you love that Mothman Love that Mothman I’m a broken man in a pickup bed (Oh, Mothman) [Bridge] Now the porch is full of moon dust And the barn’s got a haunted glow There’s a love note from the lakefolk Pinned where the cold winds blow If you’re happy with your monsters I’ll just tip my hat and pray But if the sheriff asks what happened Tell him love got carried away [Chorus] Oh, you love that Mothman Love that Mothman Black wings, red eyes, take my wife again Oh, you love that Mothman Love that Mothman I’m a broken man in a pickup bed (Oh, Mothman) [Outro] Jersey Devil, take a bow Nessie, sing that line Fresno Nightwalkers in the rearview And my gal is truly not mine (Oh, Mothman)
Tags
Country western novelty with a galloping two-step, fiddle twang, honky-tonk piano, upright bass, and clapping kick; verse rides dry comic storytelling, pre-chorus tightens with rising steel-guitar licks, chorus bursts into singalong gang vocals and yodel-like ad-libs. Double-tracked male lead, shouted hook responses, playful delay throws on the title phrase, creeky porch-swing ear candy, whistle pickup into each chorus, bright and punchy mix with a rowdy bar-room sheen., country
3:49
English
No
4/23/2026