Lyrics
Tune the dial til the static cracks Hear the dead talk back Every name I left in the dirt Comes back through the radio shirt
And the signal don't come from town And the voices won't lay down And the antenna's rusted through And the dead got something to do
Phantom frequency, phantom frequency Bleeding through the AM band Every man I put in the ground Got my number, got my hand
Got a transistor in the truck Got a graveyard with my luck Got a daughter who don't know Got a song I can't let go
And the signal don't come from town And the voices won't lay down And the antenna's rusted through And the dead got something to do
Phantom frequency, phantom frequency Bleeding through the AM band Every man I put in the ground Got my number, got my hand
Six-fifty AM at the witching hour All my dead get equal power Pour a drink, turn the dial Listen to my final trial
Phantom frequency, phantom frequency Bleeding through the AM band Every man I put in the ground Got my number, got my hand Got my number, got my hand
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About this song
Outlaw country meets dark trap, modern hybrid with slow-cooked menace,
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