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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 make a strong man die fright
that crawl and things that fly
And that creep around on the ground
And say the ghost of Lucius Clay
up and he walks around

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

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

He'd it all down in mason jars
And he'd bury it all
And on certain nights if the moon was
dig it up out of the ground
He'd it all out on the floor of his shack
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 just had to find out for
And I conceive it
'Cause I never would listened to nobody else
And I couldn't it
I just had to find out for
There's some in this world
You just can't

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

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

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

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

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

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

some things in this world
You can't explain