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

But I believe it
I had to find out for myself
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 can't explain

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

He'd stuff it all 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 fingers it
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a old man
And that's all that was to it

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

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

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

Then they turned and went back to the shack
And up the money and ran
They gone no where when they realized
They were in quicksand
And they struggled and screamed
But they couldn't get away and just before they 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 yard in the of that shack
Where the is always wet
And on summer nights, if the moon is
Down by the that footpath
You can three young men screaming
You can one old man laugh.

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

But I believe it
I had to find out for myself
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 things in this
You just can't

There's some things in this
You just explain