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Well, if you go back into Wooley Swamp
Well, you better not go at
There's things out there in the of them woods
That a strong man die from fright
Things crawl and things that fly
And things that creep around on the
And say the ghost of Lucius Clay
Gets up and he walks

But I couldn't it
I just had to find out for
And I conceive it
I never would have listened to nobody else
And I couldn't it
I just had to out for myself
There's some things in this
You just explain

The old man lived in the Wooley
Way back in Booger
He never did do a lot of in the world
But he did do no good
People didn't too much of him
They all thought he funny
The old man didn't care about people
All he cared was his money

He'd stuff it all down in jars
And he'd bury it all
And on certain nights if the was right
dig it up out of the ground
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his
And run his through it
Yeah, Clay was a greedy old man
And that's all there was to it

But I believe it
I had to find out for myself
And I conceive it
I never would have listened to nobody else
And I couldn't it
I had to find out for myself
some things in this world
You can't explain

The boys was white trash
They lived over on Carver's
They were as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when speak
One the oldest brother said
"Y'all meet me at the Swamp later
We'll old Lucius's money
And feed him to the alligators"

found the old man out in the back
With a shovel in his
Thirteen rusty mason
Was dug up out of the sand
And all went crazy and they beat the old man
And picked him up off of the ground
Threw him in the and stood there and laughed
As the black water sucked him

they turned around and went back to the shack
And picked up the and ran
They hadn't no where when they realized
They were in quicksand
And they struggled and they
But they couldn't get away and just before they under
could hear that old man laughing
In a voice as as thunder

And that's been years ago
And you can go by yet
There's a spot in the yard in the back of shack
Where the ground is wet
And on summer nights, if the is right
Down by the that footpath
You can hear young men screaming
You can one old man laugh.

Well, if you ever go back into Swamp
Well, you not go at night
There's things out there in the of them woods
That make a man die from fright
Things that crawl and that fly
And things that creep around on the
And they say the of Lucius Clay
Gets up and he walks

But I believe it
I just had to out for myself
And I couldn't it
'Cause I never have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I just had to out for myself
There's things in this world
You just explain

There's things in this world
You can't explain