The Legend Of Wooley Swamp 歌词

歌曲	The Legend Of Wooley Swamp
歌手	The Charlie Daniels Band
专辑	The Roots Remain
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	作词 : Crain, Daniels, DiGregorio ...
	If you ever go back into Wooly 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 die from 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
	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
	The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
	And 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 bury it all around
	But 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
	Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
	And that's all there ever was to it
	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
	The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
	They were a real 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 later
	We'll get old Lucias' money and we'll pitch 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
	Till 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 they hadn't gone nowhere when they realized
	They were running in quicksand
	And they struggled and screamed but they couldn't get away
	Then just before they were gone
	They could hear that old man laughing
	In a voice that was loud and strong
	Now that's been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
	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 footpath
	You can hear three young men screaming
	And you can hear that old man laugh
	If you ever go back into Wooly 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 die from 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
	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

	zuo ci : Crain, Daniels, DiGregorio ...
	If you ever go back into Wooly 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 die from 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
	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
	The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
	And 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 bury it all around
	But 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
	Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
	And that' s all there ever was to it
	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
	The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
	They were a real 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 later
	We' ll get old Lucias' money and we' ll pitch 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
	Till 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 they hadn' t gone nowhere when they realized
	They were running in quicksand
	And they struggled and screamed but they couldn' t get away
	Then just before they were gone
	They could hear that old man laughing
	In a voice that was loud and strong
	Now that' s been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
	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 footpath
	You can hear three young men screaming
	And you can hear that old man laugh
	If you ever go back into Wooly 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 die from 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
	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

	zuò cí : Crain, Daniels, DiGregorio ...
	If you ever go back into Wooly 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 die from 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
	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
	The old man lived in the Wooly Swamp way back in the gurgling woods
	And 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 bury it all around
	But 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
	Old Lucias Clay was a greedy old man
	And that' s all there ever was to it
	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
	The Crayton boys were white trash they lived over on Parvis Creek
	They were a real 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 later
	We' ll get old Lucias' money and we' ll pitch 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
	Till 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 they hadn' t gone nowhere when they realized
	They were running in quicksand
	And they struggled and screamed but they couldn' t get away
	Then just before they were gone
	They could hear that old man laughing
	In a voice that was loud and strong
	Now that' s been fifty years ago an' if you go back by there again
	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 footpath
	You can hear three young men screaming
	And you can hear that old man laugh
	If you ever go back into Wooly 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 die from 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
	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

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