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Well, if you ever go back 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 things that creep around on the
And they say the ghost of 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 have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I just had to find out for
There's some in this world
You can't explain

The old man lived in the Wooley
Way back in Woods
He did do a lot of harm in the world
But he never did do no
People didn't think too of him
They all he acted funny
The old man didn't care people anyway
All he cared was his money

stuff it all down in mason jars
And he'd bury it all
And on certain nights if the moon was
He'd dig it up out of the
He'd it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his through it
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a old man
And all that there was to it

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

The cable was white trash
They lived over on Carver's
They were mean as a and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when they'd
One night the brother said
"Y'all meet me at the Wooley later
We'll old Lucius's money
And feed him to the alligators"

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

Then they turned around and went to the shack
And picked up the and ran
They hadn't gone no where when they
They running in quicksand
And they and they screamed
But they couldn't get away and just they went under
They hear that old man laughing
In a as loud as thunder

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

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

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

There's some things in world
You just can't