- Votes:
 - Composers:
 - Charlie Daniels
 - William J. Digregorio
 - John Crain
 - Fred Edwards
 - Charles Fred Hayward
 - James W. Marshall
 
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Charlie Daniels - Legend Of Wooley Swamp lyrics
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp well you better not go at night
 There's things out there in the middle of them woods
 That'd make a strong man cry with fright
 Things that crawl and things that fly
 And things that creep around on the ground
 And 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 myself
 And I couldn't conceive it,cause I never would listen to nobody else
 No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
 That there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
 The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in the booger woods he never did do a lot of harm in the world
 He never did do any harm in the world
 But he 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 in Mason jars and bury it all around
 And on certain nights when the moon was right
 He'd dig it up out of the ground.
 He'd pour it all out on the floor of his shack
 And run his fingers through it.
 Yeah Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
 And that's all there ever was to it.
 CHORUS:
 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
 No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
 But there's some things in this world you just can't explain.
 The Crayver boys was white trash they lived over on Carvers Creek
 They were mean as a snake and sneaky as a cat
 And belligerent when they'd speak.
 One night the oldest brother said ya'll meet in the Wooly Swamp laterCharlie Daniels - Legend Of Wooley Swamp - http://motolyrics.com/charlie-daniels/legend-of-wooley-swamp-lyrics.html
 We'll take old Lucias' 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
 Then 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 picked up the money and ran.
 But hadn't gone nowheres when they realized
 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 that was loud as thunder.
 that's been fifty years ago an' if you go by there yet
 There's a spot in the yard in back of that shack
 Where the ground is always wet.
 And on certain nights if the moon is right
 And you're down by the dark wood path
 You can hear three young men screaming
 And you can hear one old man laugh.
 If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night
 There's things out there in the middle of them woods
 That'd make a strong man cry with fright
 There's things that crawl and things that fly
 And things that creep around on the ground
 And 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 myself
 And I couldn't conceive it, I never would listen to nobody else
 No I couldn't believe it, I just had to find out for myself
 That there's some things in this world you just can't explain
 Some things in this world you just can't explain.









