something haunted and a little creepy, but also something with a groove—something that makes you want to move while you’re wondering what might be hiding out there in the dark.
The song takes you down into an imaginary Southern bayou where the black water is rolling, Spanish moss is swaying without no breeze, an empty boat is drifting by, and things start getting stranger the farther you go. There are rattling chains, moving doors, shadows crawling across the ceiling and an old rocking chair that seems to have a mind of its own.
But this is Halloween, so I wanted it to be fun. When that spooky Hammond organ starts working against the swampy Southern groove, the ghosts don’t just show up—they bring the music with them. As the song says, whatever walked in here done brought its own groove.
That was really the idea behind the whole song: take an old haunted-bayou story, give it some Southern attitude, turn up the organ, and let the shadows dance.
— Hadley Price
