(Verse 1)

In the heart of South Carolina, where the marshes meet the sky,

There’s a ghost town standing silent, where whispers never die.

Surrounded by the alligators, in the shadows they reside,

A haunting place of memories, where the past and present collide.

(Chorus)

Oh, ghost town by the marshland,

Where the alligators roam,

Whispers of the past still linger,

In this place we call our home.

(Verse 2)

Once a bustling community, now just remnants in the mist,

Echoes of the past still linger, in the fog they still persist.

The houses stand in silence, the streets with no one near,

A town lost to time’s cruel embrace, where ghosts are always near.

(Chorus)

Oh, ghost town by the marshland,

Where the alligators roam,

Whispers of the past still linger,

In this place we call our home.

(Bridge)

The moonlight dances on the water, as the alligators croon,

A symphony of haunting beauty, beneath the eerie moon.

The spirits of the town still wander, in the shadows they remain,

Their stories etched in time forever, in this ghostly domain.

(Chorus)

Oh, ghost town by the marshland,

Where the alligators roam,

Whispers of the past still linger,

In this place we call our home.

(Outro)

So if you ever find yourself near, in the heart of South Carolina’s land,

Listen closely to the whispers, of the ghost town in the sand.

For in the silence of the marshes, where the alligators play,

The spirits of the past still linger, in this ghost town far away.