Happy Hallows Eve Eve to all you ghost goblins, spookies, and scaries.

Ghost stories in America have been around since as long as America's been around.

I mean, been around longer than that if you want to get technical about it.

One of our first most famous cases was the legend that Benjamin Franklin's ghost was

not going around the streets of Philadelphia.

I guess trying to get people to fly kites and go to ghost horror houses with him.

I'm not sure what I am sure of is that in the south we have our own particular version

of ghosts and ghost stories.

Whether it's Appalachian ghosts associated with the mountains and mountain witches

or ghosts in the deep south on plantations from the times of slavery or the civil war

wrapped in with our own dark and shameful history.

Country music, the most famous art form from the south arguably, of course has its own ghosts.

Literal and metaphorical.

The ghost of Hank Williams Sr. casts a long and dark shadow over the business.

Whether it's his own son talking about how he is treated differently because of who his father is,

whether positively or negatively, more young, budding country superstars using the Hank Williams name

and the Hank Williams story as an excuse to continue in their own addictive and self-destructive behavior,

the name Hank carries certain connotations.

Today, on Bubba Shot The Podcast, the day before Halloween,

we are discussing a song that is quite literally about the ghost of Hank Williams.

So meet us in Montgomery, Alabama at midnight,

because we are discussing Allen Jackson's great dark tale about running into the specter of Hank.

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