Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp

Well, you better not go at night

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

That make a strong man die from fright

Things that crawl and things that fly

And things that creep around on the ground

And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay

Gets up and he walks around



But I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

And I couldn't conceive it

'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

There's some things in this world

You just can't explain



The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp

Way back in Booger Woods

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 he'd bury it all around

And 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

Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man

And that's all that there was to it



But I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

And I couldn't conceive it

'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

There's some things in this world

You just can't explain



The cable boys was white trash

They lived over on Carver's Creek

They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat

And belligerent when they'd speak

One night the oldest brother said

"Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp later

We'll take old Lucius's money

And we'll feed him to the alligators"



They found the old man out in the back

With a shovel in his hand

Thirteen rusty mason jars

Was just dug up out of the sand

And they all went crazy and they beat the old man

And they picked him up off of the ground

Threw him in the swamp and stood there and laughed

As the black water sucked him down



Then they turned around and went back to the shack

And picked up the money and ran

They hadn't gone no where when they realized

They were running in quicksand

And they struggled and they screamed

But they couldn't get away and just before they went under

They could hear that old man laughing

In a voice as loud as thunder



And that's been fifty years ago

And you can go by there yet

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

Where the ground is always wet

And on summer nights, if the moon is right

Down by the that dark footpath

You can hear three young men screaming

You can hear one old man laugh.



Well, if you ever go back into Wooley Swamp

Well, you better not go at night

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

That make a strong man die from fright

Things that crawl and things that fly

And things that creep around on the ground

And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay

Gets up and he walks around



But I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

And I couldn't conceive it

'Cause I never would have listened to nobody else

And I couldn't believe it

I just had to find out for myself

There's some things in this world

You just can't explain



There's some things in this world

You just can't explain