| Floyd was a trapper way back in the holler
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| Made moonshine so he could make a dollar
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| Six feet tall, dressed in overalls
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| And wore himself a long gray beard
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| People say Floyd came to town one day
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| But two law dogs got in his way
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| Floyd never hurt no one in his life
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| But they never came back this way
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| No, they never came back this way
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| And the people say
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| Aye, aye, aye, aye hear the hound dogs moan
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| Aye, aye, aye, aye now that Floyd is long gone
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| And the creeper was a creeping and the souls they were hollering singing
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| Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
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| The G-men came out to track him down
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| But the swamp was too deep, even one of them drowned
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| They sent in the hell hounds but they turned around singing
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| How how how how how
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| Yeah the souls are they were crying
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| Yeah the creeper he was creeping
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| Sheriff Boudreaux came to talk to his neighbors
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| All they could say is he was eaten by a gator
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| The legend lives on but Floyd he’s at home singing
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| How how how how how |