"Legend of Wooley Swamp, The" by Charlie Daniels Band

If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go
at night
Theres things out there in the middle of them woods
Thatd make a strong man die from fright
Theres things that crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks
around.

CHORUS:
But I couldnt believe it, I just had to find out for myself
And I couldnt conceive it, I never would listen to nobody
else
No I couldnt believe it, I just had to find out for myself
That theres some things in this world you just cant explain.

The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the
gurgling woods
And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no good
People didnt think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didnt care about people anyway
All he cared about was his money.
Hed stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around
But on certain nights if the moon was right
Hed dig it up out of the ground.
Hed pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers through it.
Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
And thats all there ever was to it.

CHORUS

The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis
Creek
They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when theyd speak.
One night the oldest brother said yall meet in the Wooly
Swamp later
Well get old Lucias money and well pitch him to the
alligators.
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his
hand
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the
sand.
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
Then they picked him up off the ground
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and
laughed
Till the black water sucked him down.
Then they turned around and went back to the shack
And they picked up the money and ran.
But they hadnt gone nowheres when they realized
They were running in quicksand.
And they struggled and screamed but they couldnt get away
Then just before they were gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong.

Now thats been fifty years ago an if you go back by there
again
Theres a spot in the yard in back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet.
And on certain nights if the moon is right
And youre down by the dark footpath
You can hear three yound men screaming
And you can hear that old man laugh.

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