Down at Cry Baby Bridge

Was a Friday night in August, air was thick and gettin' late I was pumpin'

gas at Texaco when Tommy pulled in from the interstate Said "You workin'

late tonight?" and I said "Yeah, 'til half past ten"

And he said "Well don't take River Road, them high school kids again

They're parked out at the old bridge messin' with that ghost

Flashin' headlights, honkin' horns, seein' who can scare it most Down at Cry

Baby Bridge where the willow trees grow You can hear that baby cryin'

when the river runs low Folks around here tell the story but nobody really