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Well, if you ever go into Wooley Swamp
Well, you better not go at
There's out there in the middle of them woods
That make a strong man die fright
Things that 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 believe it
I just had to out for myself
And I conceive it
'Cause I never have listened to nobody else
And I couldn't it
I had to find out for myself
some things in this world
You just explain

The old man lived in the Wooley
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 thought he acted
The old man didn't care about anyway
All he cared was his money

stuff it all down in mason jars
And bury it all around
And on nights if the moon was right
dig it up out of the ground
He'd pour it all out on the floor of his
And run his through it
Yeah, Lucius was a greedy 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 else
And I believe it
I had to find out for myself
There's some things in this
You just explain

The cable boys was white
They lived over on Creek
They mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat
And belligerent when 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"

found the old man out in the back
With a in his hand
rusty mason jars
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 him down

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

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

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

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

There's some in this world
You just explain