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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. 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 nowheres 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 yound men screaming And you can hear that old man laugh. (V-1)... From: "Nancy Wood" |
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He was nobly born
Had a spanish bull's horn And not one scar on his hansom face He stood like a prince And he had ever since He had grandly walked into the place Though the girls of Madrid Tonight were forbid For tomorrow he must fight once more Before he left the bar He would dance with them all Cause he was El Toreador The day of the feast Was just a lie in the east When he left Maria's warm bed Her dark eyes said more But he walked through the door Shaking cobwebs of dreams from his head And later that day As he knelt to pray He said God grant me this nothing more If it is the way And I must die today Let me die like a Toreador The pageant he chose Shook from the roar As the band played the Toreador's theme Alarmed by the sound The bull paws the ground As the Toreador enters the ring Up and down, round and round On and on, all alone The Plaza del Toros Shook from the roar As the band played the Toreador's theme Alarmed by the sound The bull paws the ground As the Toreador enters the ring Up and down, Round and round On and on, all alone The shouts of ole In the heat of the day Rushed the hot blood to his Spanish heart And the crowd held their breath As he flirted with death And the bull fighter's sword found it's mark And trying to hide The wound in his side He walked from the ring standing tall And a crowd gathered round As he fell to the ground A priest held his hand Where he lay in the sand And he was heard to say A brave bull died today But he died like a Toreador ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By CHARLIE DANIELS, CHARLIE HAYWARD, TAZ DI GREGORIO, TOMMY CRAIN, FRED EDWARDS, JIM MARSHALL <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Well the eagle's been flyin' slow
And the flag's been flyin' low And a lotta people sayin' that America's fixin' to fall Well speakin' just for me And some people from Tennessee We've got a thing or two to tell you all This lady may have stumbled But she aint never failed And if the Russians don't believe that They can all go straight to hell We're gonna put her feet back On the path of righteousness and then God bless America again And you never did think That it ever would happen again ( In America, did you ) You never did think That we'd ever get together again ( We damn sure could ) Yeah, we're walkng real proud And we're talkin' real loud again ( In America ) You never did think That it ever would happen again From The Sound up in Long Island Out to San Francisco Bay And everthing that's in between them Is our own And we may have done a little bit Of fightin' amongst ourselves But you outside people best leave us alone 'Cause we'll all stick together And you can take that to the bank That's the cowboys and the hippies And the rebels and and the yanks You just go and lay your hand On a Pittsburgh Steelers' fan And I think you're gonna finally understand TWICE |