Well way down younder      in the deep blue holler      Yeah way back in the swamp      where the snakes go crawlin'      Shriveled old lady      with a tombstone mouth      Scarin' up trouble      at the haunted house      Chorus      Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick      Everybody 'fraid      of the wicked old witch      When sun goes down      and moon gets high      You can hear her cacklin'      out in the night      Well-a sinners and gamblers      and gunslingers too      Everybody scatters when the witch      comes through      Chorus       Saturday night      and the wind begins to howl      You can bet that old swamp witch      is out on the prowl      Creatures and goblins, spooks all around      Making their way up the road into town       Chorus