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If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
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There's things out there in the middle of them woods
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That'd make a strong man die from fright
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There's things that crawl and things that fly
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And things that creep around on the ground
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And they say the ghost of Lucias Clay gets up and it walks around.
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But I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
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And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
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No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
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That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
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The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
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And he never did do a lot of harm in the world
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But he never did do no good
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People didn't think too much of him
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They all thought he acted funny
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The old man didn't care about people anyway
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All he cared about was his money.
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He'd stuff it all down in Mason jars and bury it all around
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But on certain nights if the moon was right
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He'd dig it up out of the ground.
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He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
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And run his fingers through it.
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Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
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And that's all there ever was to it.
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CHORUS
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The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
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They were a real snake and sneaky as a cat
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And belligerent when they'd speak.
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One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp later
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We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch him to the alligators.
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They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand
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And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.
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And they all went crazy and they beat the old man
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Then they picked him up off the ground
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Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed
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Till the black water sucked him down.
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Then they turned around and went back to the shack
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And they picked up the money and ran.
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But they hadn't gone nowheres when they realized
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They were running in quicksand.
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And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
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Then just before they were gone
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They could hear that old man laughing
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In a voice that was loud and strong.
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Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
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There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
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Where the ground is always wet.
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And on certain nights if the moon is right
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And you're down by the dark footpath
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You can hear three yound men screaming
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And you can hear that old man laugh.
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Repeat (V-1)
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CHORUS...
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Legend Of Wooly Swamp
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| Charlie Daniels Band |
