Beauty in day light, but you better not go at night

To visit The Wooley Swamp

 

 

Thank you so much Mathias Laurent & Aleriah Laurent for inviting me to come to visit The Wooley Swamp. I wont come at night :-)

 

♫ TUNE ♫

 

"The Legend Of Wooley Swamp"

 

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'd make a strong man die from fright

Things that crawl and things that fly

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, (I) never would listen 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

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

He just 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 into 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

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

And he'd run his fingers through it

Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man

And that's all there ever was to it

 

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

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 were 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 ya'll meet me in the Wooley Swamp later

We'll take old Lucius' money and we'll feed 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'd just dug up out of the sand

Then they all went crazy and they beat the old man

And they picked him up off the ground

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

As the black water sucked him down

And then they turned around and went back to the shack

And they picked up the money and ran

Hadn't gone nowhere when they realized

That 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

 

Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you 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 certain nights if the moon is right

Down by that dark footpath

You can hear three young men screaming

And you can hear one old man laugh

 

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'd make a strong man die from fright

Things that crawl and things that fly

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, (I) never would listen 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

 

 

 

Done