The legend of wooly swampcharlie daniels (v-1)if you ever go back into wooly swamp son you better not go at nightthere's things out there in the middle of them woodsthat'd make a strong man die from frightthere's things that crawl and things that flyand things that creep around on the groundand 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 myselfand i couldn't conceive it, i never would listen to nobody elseno i couldn't believe it, i just had to find out for myselfthat there's some things in this world you just can't explain.the old man lived in the wooly swamp way back in the gurgling woodsand he never did do a lot of harm in the worldbut 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.he'd stuff it all down in mason jars and bury it all aroundbut on certain nights if 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.old lucias clay was a greedy old manand that's all there ever was to it.chorusthe crayton boys were white trash they lived over on parvis creekthey were a real snake and sneaky as a catand belligerent when they'd speak.one night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the wooly swamp laterwe'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 handand thirteen rusty mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.and they all went crazy and they beat the old manthen they picked him up off the groundthen they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughedtill the black water sucked him down.then they turned around and went back to the shackand they picked up the money and ran.but they hadn't gone nowheres when they realizedthey were running in quicksand.and they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get awaythen just before they were gonethey could hear that old man laughingin a voice that was loud and strong.now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there againthere's a spot in the yard in back of that shackwhere the ground is always wet.and on certain nights if the moon is rightand you're down by the dark footpathyou can hear three yound men screamingand you can hear that old man laugh.repeat (v-1)chorus...from: "nancy wood" <brooksie2@mailcity.com>