Well way down younder
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in the deep blue holler
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Yeah way back in the swamp
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where the snakes go crawlin'
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Shriveled old lady
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with a tombstone mouth
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Scarin' up trouble
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at the haunted house
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Chorus
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Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick
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Everybody 'fraid
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of the wicked old witch
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When sun goes down
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and moon gets high
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You can hear her cacklin'
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out in the night
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Well-a sinners and gamblers
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and gunslingers too
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Everybody scatters when the witch
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comes through
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Chorus
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Saturday night
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and the wind begins to howl
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You can bet that old swamp witch
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is out on the prowl
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Creatures and goblins, spooks all around
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Making their way up the road into town
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Chorus
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Wicked Old Witch
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| John Fogerty |
