If you ever go back into
Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there
in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
die from fright
There's 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
But I couldn't believe it,
I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it,
I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it,
I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world
you just can't 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 didn't think too much of him
They all thought he acted funny
The old man didn't care
about people anyway
All he cared about was his money
He'd stuff it all down in Mason
jars and bury it all around
But on certain nights
if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground
He'd 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 that's all there ever was to it
But I couldn't believe it,
I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it,
I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it,
I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in
this world you just can't explain
The Crayton boys were white trash
they lived over on Carvers Creek
They were mean as a snake and
sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd speak
One night the oldest brother said ya'll
meet in the Wooly Swamp later
We'll get old Lucias' money and
we'll 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 hadn't gone nowheres
when they realized
They were running in
quicksand
And they struggled and screamed
but they couldn't get away
Then just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud
as thunder
Now that's been fifty years ago an' if
you go back by there again
There's 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 you're down by the
dark footpath
You can hear three young
men screaming
And you can hear that old man laugh
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp
son you better not go at night
There's things out there
in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
die from fright
There's 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
But I couldn't believe it,
I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it,
I never would listen to nobody else
No I couldn't believe it,
I just had to find out for myself
That there's some things in this world
you just can't explain