I stole her from Emmett Fry, and now what's done is done.

Like any man I'm afraid to die, but I'm hurt too bad to run.

I ran with her to Walker's Woods with him close on my heels;

I knew he'd kill to get her back, and I know just how he feels.

Oh, the sun never shines in Walker's Woods;

I doubt if it would want to come in even if it could,

'Cause the gators and the cottonmouths, the sand that pulls you down

Makes Walker's Woods a haven for the damned.

By the quicksand over there my dream came to an end:

She said it was a big mistake, that she'd return to him,

So I gave her to the hungry sands, now all I loved is dead--

And all that's left is the scarlet rag that she wore upon her head.

Oh, the sun never shines in Walker's Woods;

I doubt if it would want to come in even it could,

'Cause the gators and the cottonmouths,the sand that pulls you down

Makes Walker's Woods a haven for the damned.

I've no regrets; I loved her; five more minutes I'll be free--

I'd have made it if that cottonmouth hadn't made his strike at me.

But I have to laugh when I think how mad old Emmett's going to be

When he finds out he never got to take one shot at me.

Oh, the sun never shines in Walker's Woods;

I doubt if it would want to come in even if it could,

'Cause the gators and the cottonmouths, the sand that pulls you down

Makes Walker's Woods a haven for the damned.