Good evening, friends, and I'm glad your here to lend your ears of glory,
There's a tale I heard bout a place near me that ain't just some old story.
Now Wooley Swamp is a strange old place, and you might never wanna go near it,
And I tell you why, but you need to know you have to want to hear it.
The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods...
And he never did do a lot of harm in this world, he just 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 stuffed it all into mason jars and buried it all around,
And on certain nights, when the moon was bright, he'd dig it up out of the ground...
He'd dump it all out on the floor of his shack and he'd run his fingers through it,
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man, and that's all there was to it...
The Cable Boys were all white trash, and they lived on Carver's Creek,
They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat and belligerent when they speak...
One night the oldest brother said "Ya'll meet me at the old swamp later,
We'll take ol' Luicus' money, and we'll feed him to the alligators."
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand,
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man, and they picked him up off the ground...
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed as the black water sucked him down...
Then they turned around and went back to the shack and they took the money and ran,
Hadn't gone nowhere before they realized they were runnin' in quicksand.
And they struggled and screamed, but couldn't get away, and just before they went under,
They could the old man laugh with a voice as loud as thunder.
Now it's been thirty years ago, and if you go back there yet,
There's a spot in the yard at the back of that shack where the ground is always wet...
And on certain nights, if the moon is right, down by that dark path,
You can hear three young men screamin'...
And you can hear that old man laugh.
Now I didn't write this story myself,
But take my own word for it,
That old Wooley Swamp is a real-life place, and your life ain't even worth it.
My stepdad told me he went long ago, and he took his buddy for the ride,
And his friend took the front and he walked in brave, but he forgot there was nowhere to hide...
It wasn't too long before daddy looked up to the sound of a lucid scream,
Then his buddy came runnin' as fast as a steed, like something out a child's bad dream...
He dove in the truck and he yelled "STEP ON IT!" and the truck started peelin' away,
And my daddy had asked him "Brother, what's wrong?" but he still won't tell speak it this day.
Now I ain't never been there, cause of what I heard, it don't seem like a nice vacation,
But all I can muster, for all I know, nothing's lives there but abarrations...
There's a tale I heard bout a place near me that ain't just some old story.
Now Wooley Swamp is a strange old place, and you might never wanna go near it,
And I tell you why, but you need to know you have to want to hear it.
The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods...
And he never did do a lot of harm in this world, he just 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 stuffed it all into mason jars and buried it all around,
And on certain nights, when the moon was bright, he'd dig it up out of the ground...
He'd dump it all out on the floor of his shack and he'd run his fingers through it,
Yeah, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man, and that's all there was to it...
The Cable Boys were all white trash, and they lived on Carver's Creek,
They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat and belligerent when they speak...
One night the oldest brother said "Ya'll meet me at the old swamp later,
We'll take ol' Luicus' money, and we'll feed him to the alligators."
They found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand,
And thirteen rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand.
And they all went crazy and they beat the old man, and they picked him up off the ground...
Then they threw him in the swamp and they stood there and laughed as the black water sucked him down...
Then they turned around and went back to the shack and they took the money and ran,
Hadn't gone nowhere before they realized they were runnin' in quicksand.
And they struggled and screamed, but couldn't get away, and just before they went under,
They could the old man laugh with a voice as loud as thunder.
Now it's been thirty years ago, and if you go back there yet,
There's a spot in the yard at the back of that shack where the ground is always wet...
And on certain nights, if the moon is right, down by that dark path,
You can hear three young men screamin'...
And you can hear that old man laugh.
Now I didn't write this story myself,
But take my own word for it,
That old Wooley Swamp is a real-life place, and your life ain't even worth it.
My stepdad told me he went long ago, and he took his buddy for the ride,
And his friend took the front and he walked in brave, but he forgot there was nowhere to hide...
It wasn't too long before daddy looked up to the sound of a lucid scream,
Then his buddy came runnin' as fast as a steed, like something out a child's bad dream...
He dove in the truck and he yelled "STEP ON IT!" and the truck started peelin' away,
And my daddy had asked him "Brother, what's wrong?" but he still won't tell speak it this day.
Now I ain't never been there, cause of what I heard, it don't seem like a nice vacation,
But all I can muster, for all I know, nothing's lives there but abarrations...
