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Well, if you ever go back into Wooley
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 they say the ghost of Clay
Gets up and he 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 couldn't it
I had to find out for myself
There's things in this world
You just can't

The old man lived in the Swamp
Way in Booger Woods
He did do a lot of harm in the world
But he did do no good
didn't think too much of him
They all thought he funny
The old man didn't care people anyway
All he about was his money

He'd it all down in mason jars
And bury it all around
And on certain if the moon was right
He'd dig it up out of the
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 just had to out for myself
And I conceive it
'Cause I never would have to nobody else
And I couldn't it
I had to find out for myself
There's some things in this
You just explain

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

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

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

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

Well, if you ever go back into Wooley
Well, you better not go at
things out there in the middle of them woods
That make a man die from fright
that crawl and things that fly
And things that around on the ground
And say the ghost of Lucius Clay
Gets up and he around

But I believe 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 things in this world
You can't explain

There's things in this world
You just explain