Текст Upchurch – Mohican

Dear man
In the woods
The one with the silhouette
Covering up the moon

So one night me and a couple my buddies
Were cruising these roads that we never have seen
Still in Cheatham county this is back
When I was just turning bout 17
Yeah we went to a party ended up leaving
‘Cause word had it cops were already on the route
Had a ounce of grass in my toolbox
So we went down a patch where there wasn’t any houses
Pulled over with the dome light
Glean of smoke rolling out of that stock ranger
Suddenly my spine felt a sense of danger
And I turnt around and seen a black figure
7 feet tall with a trench coat
Long beard looking like a lumberjack
Slowly coming out the smokey woods

Dear man
In the woods
The one with the silhouette
Covering up the moon
Why you here?
Ain’t you cold?
You know the television man said
It’s bout 20 below
Why won’t you budge
Or talk to me from afar
But as soon as I spoke
He disappeared in the dark
Mohican
The last Mohican
The last Mohican

I was frozen solid by what I was seeing
Sam in the truck, yelling «Fuck it let’s leave»
My body was paralyzed, tongue couldn’t speak
And I fell in mud when I dropped to my knees
I just seen a ghost, something I don’t believe in
I just heard some words that weren’t coming from me
He said «You on my land» but this road has no resident
Then he said «I’ve been here since 1870!
I’m stuck in this world ’cause I haven’t been heavenly
Lurking these trees, yes I’m kinda devilish
Don’t walk the woods at the witching time boy
You shouldn’t be here so don’t make me annoyed»
I jumped in my truck, you know I wasn’t staying
But sometimes I wonder, you know what I’m saying
I wish I woulda got to talk to the man
Who didn’t exist in my rear view mirror

Dear man
In the woods
The one with the silhouette
Covering up the moon
Why you here?
Ain’t you cold?
You know the television man said
It’s bout 20 below
Why won’t you budge
Or talk to me from afar
But as soon as I spoke
He disappeared in the dark
Mohican
The last Mohican
The last Mohican

Dead man in the woods I wish I got a name
So I could understand some of your pain
Like why’d you emerge on me late that night
I’ve been thinking bout that for like 10 years now
Still cruise that back road just to see if you’re here
But all that I see is some white tail dear
Hell maybe you saved me, if you did I’m sincere
From yours truly, that really scared kid

The last Mohican
The last Mohican
The last Mohican
The last Mohican