The Legend of Wooley Swamp

Well, if you ever go back in the Wooley Swamp
Well, you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods that make a strong man die from fright
Things that crawl, things that fly, things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he 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
And I couldn't believe it; I just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods
He never did do a lot of harm in the world
He just 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 into Mason jars and bury it all around
And on certain nights, if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the ground
Then he'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And he'd run his fingers through it
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
That's all that there was to it

But I couldn't believe it; I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it; never would listen to nobody else
And I couldn't believe it; just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain

The Keagle boys was white trash, and they lived over on Carver's Creek
They were mean as a snake, sneaky as a cat, and belligerent when they'd speak
One night, the oldest brother said
"Y'all meet me in the Wooley Swamp later
We'll take ole Lucius's money, and we'll feed him to the alligators."

Found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
13 rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand
Then they all went crazy, and they beat the old man
And they picked him up off the ground

They threw him in the swamp, stood there, and laughed as the black water sucked him down
And then they turned around, went back to the shack
Picked up the money and ran
Hadn't gone nowhere when they realized that they were running in quicksand

And they struggled and screamed, but they couldn't get away
And just before they went under
They could hear that old man laughing in a voice as loud as thunder

That's been 50 years ago; you can go by there, yet
There's a spot in the yard in the back of that shack where the ground is always wet
And on certain nights, if the moon is right
Down by that dark footpath
You can hear three young men screamin'; you can hear one old man laugh

If you ever go back in the Wooley Swamp
Well, you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods that make a strong man die from fright
Things that crawl, things that fly, things that creep around on the ground
And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around

But I couldn't believe it; I just had to find out for myself
And I couldn't conceive it; never would listen to nobody else
And I couldn't believe it; just had to find out for myself
There's some things in this world you just can't explain

There's some things in this world you just can't explain