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Prong Song
All lyrics and music contained in this web site are the sole property of Terry Prong and may not be used commercially with out written permission from the author.
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The Ghost of Gatlinburg The evening was windy and brisk. Thunder sounded like cannons firing from along a far off ridge. There was a full moon aloft, who's moaning face brighten and dimmed as the storm clouds drifted past. Shadows roamed the hollow and rain spat down, while wild animals howled and barked somewhere in the distance creating a eerie trail. The Trail to the Old Mill in Gatlinburg. The year was 1890 A Trail that Tammy Sue hated. The long walk from the mill to her families cabin deep in the Smoky Mountains. The miller, though friendly enough, would always spin tales of the Ghosts of Gatlinburg. One of these stories was about a poor unfortunate girl that got killed one October night long ago, on the main dirt road of Gatlinburg. Run over by an out of control team of horses pulling a driverless wagon. The young girl's spirit is said to visit the accident site every year at midnight. Many a time people claim to have been startled by a young girl in sleeping clothes standing in the middle of the road. Some swear that they passed right through her, but of course when they turn back to see, all was gone. This is what was worrying Tammy Sue. She had to use that road to cross the bridge to take the trail home. How could she have forgotten about the ghostly tale? Why did Mr. Graves, the miller, have to remind her that it was this night exactly 10 years ago that the poor girl met her fate. Why did she decide this night to stay longer than usual at her friends cabin up the creek? Why? Why? Why?
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