Well, if you ever go back in the Wooley Swamp Well, you better not go at night There's things out there in the middle of them woods that make a strong man die from fright Things that crawl, things that fly, things that creep around on the ground And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around But I couldn't believe it; I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it; I never would listen to nobody else And I couldn't believe it; I just had to find out for myself There's some things in this world you just can't explain The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods He never did do a lot of harm in the 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'd stuff it all down into Mason jars and bury it all around And on certain nights, if the moon was right He'd dig it up out of the ground Then he'd pour 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 That's all that there was to it But I couldn't believe it; I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it; never would listen to nobody else And I couldn't believe it; just had to find out for myself There's some things in this world you just can't explain The Keagle boys was white trash, and they lived over on Carver's Creek They were mean as a snake, sneaky as a cat, and belligerent when they'd speak One night, the oldest brother said "Y'all meet me in the Wooley Swamp later We'll take ole Lucius's money, and we'll feed him to the alligators." Found the old man out in the back with a shovel in his hand 13 rusty Mason jars he just dug up out of the sand Then they all went crazy, and they beat the old man And they picked him up off the ground They threw him in the swamp, stood there, and laughed as the black water sucked him down And then they turned around, went back to the shack Picked up the money and ran Hadn't gone nowhere when they realized that they were running in quicksand And they struggled and screamed, but they couldn't get away And just before they went under They could hear that old man laughing in a voice as loud as thunder That's been 50 years ago; you can go by there, yet There's a spot in the yard in the back of that shack where the ground is always wet And on certain nights, if the moon is right Down by that dark footpath You can hear three young men screamin'; you can hear one old man laugh If you ever go back in the Wooley Swamp Well, you better not go at night There's things out there in the middle of them woods that make a strong man die from fright Things that crawl, things that fly, things that creep around on the ground And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he walks around But I couldn't believe it; I just had to find out for myself And I couldn't conceive it; never would listen to nobody else And I couldn't believe it; just had to find out for myself There's some things in this world you just can't explain There's some things in this world you just can't explain