HAPPY HALLOWEEN: My Favorite Halloween Song !!!!

The Legend of Wooley Swamp (by Charlie Daniels)

Well, 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 make a strong man die from fright. Things that crawl and things that fly And things that creep around on the ground.

And they say the ghost of Lucius Clay gets up and he 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 have listened 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.

Spoken:

The old man lived in the Wooley Swamp way back in Booger Woods.

He never did do a lot of 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 he'd bury it all around

And on certain nights, If 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, Lucius Clay was a greedy old man, And that's all that there was to it.

Cable boys was white trash

They lived over on Carver's Creek.

They were mean as a snake, And sneaky as a cat, And belligerent when they'd speak.

One night the oldest brother said, "Y'all meet me at the Wooley Swamp later

We'll take old Lucius's money and we'll feed him to the alligators."

They found the old man out in the back With a shovel in his hand,

Thirteen rusty mason jars was just dug up out of the sand.

And they all went crazy And they beat the old man,

And they picked him up off of the ground.

Threw him in the swamp, And stood there and laughed ,

As the black water sucked him down.

Then they turned around ,And went back to the shack

And picked up the money and ran.

They hadn't gone nowhere

When they realized They were running in quicksand.

And they struggled and they 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.

And that's been fifty years ago, And 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 summer nights, If the moon is right

Down by the that dark footpath,

You can hear three young men screaming.

You can hear one old man laugh.