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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 woodsThat make a strong man die from fright.Things that crawl and things that flyAnd things that creep around on the ground.And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around.Chorus -But I couldn't believe it.I just had to find out for myself.And I couldn't conceive itCause I never would have listened to nobody else.And I couldn't believe it.I just had to find out for myselfThere's somethings in this world you justcan'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 goodPeople didn't think too much of himThey all thought he acted funnyThe old man didn't care about people anywayAll he cared about was his money.Letras de cancionesHe'd stuff it all down in mason jarsAnd he'd bury it all aroundAnd on certain nightsIf the moon was rightHe'd dig it up out of the ground.He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shackAnd run his fingers through it.Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old manAnd that's all that there was to it.(Chorus )Spoken - Cable boys was white trashThey lived over on Carver's Creek.They were mean as a snakeAnd sneaky as a catAnd belligerent when they'd speak.One night the oldest brother said,"Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp laterWe'll take old Lucius's moneyand we'll feed him to the alligators."They found the old man out in the backWith a shovel in his hand,Thirteen rusty mason jarswas just dug up out of the sand.And they all went crazyAnd they beat the old man,And they picked him up off of the ground.Threw him in the swampAnd stood there and laughedAs the black water sucked him down.Then they turned aroundAnd went back to the shackAnd picked up the money and ran.They hadn't gone nowhereWhen they realizedThey were running in quicksand.And they struggled and they screamedBut they couldn't get awayAnd just before they went underThey could hear that old man laughingIn a voice as loud as thunder.And that's been fifty years agoAnd you can go by there yet.There's a spot in the yardIn the back of that shackWhere the ground is always wet.And on summer nightsIf the moon is rightDown by the that dark footpath,You can hear three young men screaming.You can hear one old man laugh.(Chorus)Theres some things in this world you just can't explain From Letras Mania