LYRICS: LEGEND OF ONE EYED JACK

Down in South Walton where the hikers hike low,
Where the swamp breathes heavy and the warm winds blow,
There’s a dirt trail whisper folks don’t dare to track,
After midnight moonlight brings One Eyed Jack.
Yellow rain jacket shining like a warning sign,
Bootsteps in the brush just a half-step behind,
Campfire dies quick when the night goes black,
You don’t hike too late if you believe in Jack.

One Eyed Jack, in the full moon glow,
Haunts them woods where the brave won’t go,
Lost his eye to an owl’s attack,
Now the night still hunts for One Eyed Jack.

They say years ago by the old creek bend,
A hiker prayed hard thinking it was the end,
Jack raised his knife, let out a laugh,
Then wings came down like God’s own wrath.
Barn owl screamed and the darkness cracked,
Snatched that eye clean from One Eyed Jack,
Blood hit the mud, Jack disappeared,
But the woods stayed cursed with the sound of fear.

One Eyed Jack, in the full moon glow,
Haunts them woods where the brave won’t go,
Lost his eye to an owl’s attack,
Now the night still hunts for One Eyed Jack.

If you hear wings beat with a ghostly cry,
And see something shining in the midnight sky,
That ain’t the stars and it ain’t your mind,
It’s that owl still flying with what it stole that night.
They say that owl circles Walton County wide,
With a pale dead eye in its talons tight,
And Jack still walks with his jacket bright,
Counting down steps on a full moon night.

One Eyed Jack, best turn back fast,
Some legends die, but some still last,
Lock your doors, stoke the fire black,
And pray you don’t meet One Eyed Jack.

So if you’re camping late and the woods go still,
And the moon’s hanging high over Topsail Hill,
Don’t call his name, don’t try to track—
Some songs end better without One Eyed Jack.