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[Verse 1]|I had one to many the night before_And I needed to clear my pounding head|So I headed on down to the Eastern coast|Sunrise, Carolina sky was painted red|Well the wind went whipping around my face_And the boats on Juniper bay were deathly still_Nothing marking time but the crashing waves|And the grand white lighthouse on the hill||[Chorus]|When I saw Blackbeard's ghost in the fog off Ocracoke|Like a rainy Sunday morning in 1704|Was he looking for buried treasure?|Or a broken heart from long ago?|Cause he left both off the coast of Pamlico||[Verse 2]|Legend tells he walked the plank alone|Others swear he took six bullets straight to hell|By the hand of Captain Maynard on that cold November morn|And now he roams the beach all by himself||[Chorus]||[Bridge]|And some say they see the lights flickering on the sound|He's out there every night trying to chase the devil down||[Chorus]|