The Legend Of Wooley Swamp

Well, if you ever go back into 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 and things that fly

And 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

'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

There's somethings 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

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 he'd bury it all around

And 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

Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man

And that's all that there was to it

Cable boys was white trash

They lived over on Carver's Creek

They were mean as a snake

And sneaky as a cat

And belligerent when they'd speak

One night the oldest brother said

Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp later

We'll take old Lucius's money

And we'll feed him to the alligators

They found the old man out in the back

With a shovel in his hand

Thirteen rusty mason jars

was just dug up out of the sand

And they all went crazy

And they beat the old man

And they picked him up off of the ground

Threw him in the swamp

And stood there and laughed

As the black water sucked him down

Then they turned around

And went back to the shack

And picked up the money and ran

They hadn't gone nowhere

When they realized

They were running in quicksand

And they struggled and they 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

And that's been fifty years ago

And 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 summer nights

If the moon is right

Down by the that dark footpath

You can hear three young men screaming

You can hear one old man laugh