Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Legend Of Wooly Swamp, artist - The Charlie Daniels Band. Album song Deluxe Essential Super Hits, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 22.09.2016
Record label: Blue Hat
Song language: English
The Legend Of Wooly Swamp |
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 somethings in this world you just |
can’t explain. |
Spoken: |
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 |
H e’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. |
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 nowhere |
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. |