The Legend Of Wooley Swamp Lyrics

The Legend Of Wooley Swamp lyrics

The Legend Of Wooly Swamp

 Charlie Daniels

 

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 If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night

 There's things out there in the middle of them woods

 That'd make a strong man die from fright

 There's things that crawl and things that fly

 And things that creep around on the ground

 And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around.

 

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 But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself

 And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else

 No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself

 That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.

 

 The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods

 And he never did do a lot of harm in the world

 But he never did do no good

 People didn't think too much of him

 They all thought he acted funny

 The old man didn't care about people anyway

 All he cared about was his money.

 He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around

 But on certain nights if the moon was right

 He'd dig it up out of the ground.

 He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack

 And run his fingers through it.

 Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man

 And that's all there ever was to it.

 

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 The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek

 They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat

 And belligerent when they'd speak.

 One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later

 We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators.

 They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand

 And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.

 And they all went crazy and they beat the old man

 Then they picked him up off the ground

 Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed

 Till the black water sucked him down.

 Then they turned around and went back to the shack

 And they picked up the money and ran.

 But they hadn't gone nowheres when they realized

 They were running in quicksand.

 And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away

 Then just before they were gone

 They could hear that old man laughing

 In a voice that was loud and strong.

 

 Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again

 There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack

 Where the ground is always wet.

 And on certain nights if the moon is right

 And you're down by the dark footpath

 You can hear three yound men screaming

 And you can hear that old man laugh.

 

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 From: "Nancy Wood"