Drivin' trough that hicktown in an old Chevy-Truck
Listening to the radio while hitting a duck
As the engine broke down and started smokin' hard
we got out and tried to fix it on an old man's yard
He told us 'bout the things happened down at 49
While telling us these stories he almost started cryin'
Tellin' us that the (<- oder The story about a) man who lived in the wood
Had killed several people down from the neighborhood
Bonfire stories
'bout a nasty crime
scary things happened down at number 49
Number 49
At number 49
The killer had transported them in an old rusty van
He had never shown any sorrow while killing them
He had painted his car red with the victims blood
And buried their bodies down in the forest's mud
He wasn't very old, he just married his bride
All these things stopped when he commited suicide
They found him hanging on a bulk, backyard in the barn
Left alone by his parents on their old hidden farm
In a dark basement corner they found his wife
too late, her body cut open with a knife
Even the bravest men lost their breath
She was lying in blood and tortured to death
There happened a big big crime
Down at number 49
Number 49
At number 49
All these things happened twenty years ago
Nobody remembers when it rained blood and snow
All these things happened twenty years ago
Nobody remembers when it rained blood and snow
There happened a big, big crime
Down at number 49
Number 49
At number 49
There happened a big big crime
Down at number 49
Number 49
At number 49
