If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp
Baby 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 Lucias Clay
Gets up and it 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
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
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 in the 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 pour it all out on the floor of his shack
And he run his fingers through it
Yeah, Lucias 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
That there's some things in this world you just can't explain
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
"Y'all meet in the Wooly Swamp later
We'll take old Lucias' 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
He 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
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 runnin' 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 laughin'
In a voice as loud as thunder
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 that dark footpath
You can hear three young men screamin'
And you can hear one old man laugh
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp
Baby 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
Get's 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
That there's some things in this world, you just can't explain
There's some things in this world you just can't explain