If you ever go back in the 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 that the ghost of Lucias 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!
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 Gurgling Woods.
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 stuff it all down into Mason jars
And bury it all around.
But in 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 was to it.
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The Crayton boys were white trash
Lived over in Parvis 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 me in the Wooly Swamp later,
We'll get old Lucias' money,
And feed him to the alligators.
They found the old man in the back
With a shovel in his hand.
Thirteen rusty Mason jars
He just dug up out of the sand.
They all went crazy
and they beat the old man
Then they picked him up off of the ground.
Then they threw him the swamp
And stood there and laughed
As the black water sucked him down.
Then they turned around
And went back to the shack
Picked up the money and ran.
They hadn't gone nowhere
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 as loud as thunder!
Now, that's been fifty years ago
And if you go back there yet
There's a spot in the yard
In back of that shack
Where the ground is always wet.
And on certain nights
When the moon is right
And you're down that dark footpath
You can hear three young men screaming...
And you can hear one old man luagh!\
[Chorus]
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