Saw a ghost in the barn, moonlight on its face,

Chickens squawkin', hearts racin', no safe place,

Boots trembling on the hay, shadows start to dance,

Heartland horror, and I crapped my pants.

Oh, I crapped my pants, scared stiff, couldn't stand,

Hell of a sight, I'm runnin' like a man,

Momma said, "Be brave, son," but I ain't got a chance,

Country scare, and I crapped my pants.

Walkin' through the woods, fog thick as stew,

Heard a howl in the distance, like somethin' knew,

Eyes wide as the full moon in a midnight trance,

Paralyzed in fear, and I crapped my pants.

Oh, I crapped my pants, scared stiff, couldn't stand,

Hell of a sight, I'm runnin' like a man,

Momma said, "Be brave, son," but I ain't got a chance,

Country scare, and I crapped my pants.

Haunted house on the hill, creakin' floors echo loud,

Got spooked in the cellar, dark shadows crowd,

Nostalgic fears creepin' from childhood’s trance,

Caught me again, and I crapped my pants.

Oh, I crapped my pants, scared stiff, couldn't stand,

Hell of a sight, I'm runnin' like a man,

Momma said, "Be brave, son," but I ain't got a chance,

Country scare, and I crapped my pants.