
Each verse digs deeper into memory and regret, wrapped in foggy melodies, silver-toned bones, and the creak of a past that never rests.
This track blends raw country roots with a haunting atmosphere—slide guitar, bowed bass, and banjo hum beneath the weight of confession.
The sycamore isn’t just a tree… it’s a witness.
Perfect for late-night listening, haunted porches, and the kind of pain that leaves a name carved in bark.
🎵 Lyrics & music by Ghostwood Country
💬 What do you think sleeps under that tree?
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