Legend Of Wooley Swamp Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

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. 

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. 

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 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 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 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 went under 

They could hear that old man laughing 

In a voice that was 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 the dark footpath 

You can hear three yound men screaming 

And you can hear that old man laugh. 

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