If you ever go back into Wooley 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.          CHORUS:       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 Wooley 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.       CHORUS          The Cable 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 pitch 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 were gone       They could hear that old man laughing       In a voice that was loud and strong.          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 young men screaming       And you can hear that old man laugh. Repeat (V-1) CHORUS...