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