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Well, if you ever go into Wooley Swamp
Well, you not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them
That make a strong man die fright
Things that crawl and things fly
And things that around on the ground
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 would have listened to nobody
And I couldn't it
I just had to find out for
There's things in this world
You just explain

The old man in the Wooley Swamp
Way in Booger Woods
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 acted
The old man didn't care people anyway
All he about was his money

He'd stuff it all down in mason
And he'd bury it all
And on certain nights if the moon was
He'd dig it up out of the
pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And run his fingers it
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a old man
And that's all 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 else
And I believe it
I just had to find out for
There's some things in world
You can't explain

The boys was white trash
lived over on Carver's Creek
They were mean as a snake and as a cat
And when they'd speak
One night the oldest said
"Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp
We'll take old Lucius's
And we'll him to the alligators"

They the old man out in the back
With a in his hand
Thirteen rusty jars
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 back to the shack
And up the money and ran
They hadn't gone no where they realized
They were running in
And struggled and they screamed
But they couldn't get away and before they went under
They could 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 yard in the of that shack
the ground is always wet
And on summer nights, if the moon is
Down by the dark footpath
You can hear three young men
You can one old man laugh.

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

But I believe it
I just had to find out for
And I couldn't it
'Cause I would have listened to nobody else
And I believe it
I had to find out for myself
There's some things in world
You just can't

some things in this world
You can't explain