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He must have just had a ride on a Tiger. 
Who remember these guys, their music never had much substance but it was fun stuff. Sweet my China 
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I just had a thought, all the sexy young girls in these videos are now old ducks
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I just had a thought, all the sexy young girls in these videos are now old ducks
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I was blasting the stereo speakers with a couple of those earlier this morning while editing a video.
These fellers are pretty good
In honor of Carl's River Road and Swamp ride. . .
Black water Hattie lived back in the swamp
Where the strange green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smokehouse wall
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
An' all of them watching you
Stay off the track to Hattie's Shack in the back of the Black Bayou
Way up the road from Hattie's Shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down
Rumours of what she'd done, rumours of what she'd do
Kept folks off the track of Hattie’s shack
In the back of the Black Bayou
One day brought the rain and the rain stayed on
And the swamp water overflowed
Mosquitoes and the fever grabbed the town like a fist
Doctor Jackson was the first to go
Some say the plague was a brought by Hattie
There was talk of a hang ‘n too
But the talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles
From the bowels of the Black bayou
Early one morn 'tween dark and dawn when shadows filled the sky
There came an unseen caller on a town where hope run dry
In the square there was found a big black round
Vat full of gurgling brew
Whispering sounds as the folk gathered round
"It came from the Black Bayou"
There ain't much pride when you're trapped inside
A slowly sink ‘n ship
Scooped up the liquid deep and green
And the whole town took a sip
Fever went away and the very next day the skies again were blue
Let's thank old Hattie for sav'n our town
We'll fetch her from the Black Bayou
Party of ten of the town's best men headed for Hattie's Shack
Said Swamp Witch magic was useful and good
And they're gonna bring Hattie back
Never found Hattie and they never found the shack
And they never made a trip back in
'Twas a parchment note they found tacked to a stump
Said don't come look'n again
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'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 Lucius 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
Some things in this world
you just can't explain
(spoken)
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
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 ol' Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
and that's all there ever was to it
(chorus)
(spoken)
The Crayver 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
"Ya'll meet in the Wooly 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
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
(sung)
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'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 Lucius Clay
gets up and it walks around
(chorus)
(spoken)
Some things in this world
you just can't explain
Yeah,
Here comes Amos.
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun.
He lived by his self in the swamp.
He hunted alligator for livin.
He just knock 'em in the head with a stump.
The Lousisana law gonna get you Amos!
It ain't legal huntin alligator down in the swamp boy!
Now everybody blamed his old man.
For makin him mean as a snake.
When Amos Moses was a boy his Daddy would use him for alligator bait.
Tie a rope around his waist and throw him in the swamp.
Alligator bait in the Lousisana Bayou.
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna.
Well they raised up a son who could eat up his weight in groceries.
Named him after a man of the cloth.
Called him Amos Moses.
Now the folks around south Louisiana.
Said Amos was a hell of a man.
He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator,
And just use one hand.
That's all he got left cuz alligator bit it!
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow!
Well the Sheriff got wind that Amos
Was in the swamp tracking alligator skin.
So he snuck in the swamp, gonna get the boy,
But he never come out again.
Well I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to?
Well you can sure get lost in the Louisiana Bayou!
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a cat called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna.
Well, they raised up a son who could eat up his weight in groceries.
Named him after a man of the cloth,
Called him Amos Moses.
Set out on 'em Amos.
Make it count, Son!
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Lousisiana...
Marie Laveau
The most famous of the voodoo queens that ever existed
Is Marie Laveau, down in Louisiana
There's a lot of weird, ungodly tales about Marie,
She's supposed to have a lot of magic potions, spells and curses...
Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow
Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
Got a black cat's tooth and a Mojo bone
And anyone who wouldn't leave her alone
She'd go (growl) another man done gone.
She lives in a swamp in a hollow log
With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged dog
She's got a bent, bony body and stringy hair
If she ever seen y'all messin' 'round there
She'd go (growl) another man done gone.
And then one night when the moon was black
Into the swamp come handsome Jack
A no good man like you all know
(TALK) He was lookin' around for Marie Laveau.
He said Marie Laveau, you lovely witch
Gimme a little a little charm that'll make me rich
Gimme a million dollars and I tell you what I'll do
This very night, I'm gonna marry you
Then It'll be (growl) another man done gone.
So Marie done some magic, and she shook a little sand
Made a million dollars and she put it in his hand
Then she giggled and she wiggled, and she said Hey, Hey
I'm gettin' ready for my weddin' day.
But old handsome Jack he said goodbye Marie
You're too damned ugly for a rich man like me
Then Marie started mumblin', her fangs started gnashin'
Her body started tremblin', and her eyes started flashin'
And she went (growl) another man done gone.
So if you ever git down where the black trees grow
And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
If she ever asks you to make her your wife
Man, you better stay with her for the rest of your life
Or it'll be (growl) another man done gone.
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau
She's the witch queen of New Orleans, of New Orleans
I'm gonna tell you a story, strange as it now seems
Of zombie voodoo gris gris and the Witch Queen of New Orleans
She lived in a world of magic, possessed by the devils skew
From a shack near the swamplands made of mud-pile brick
Marie stirred her witches brew
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau
She's the Witch Queen of New Orleans, of New Orleans
Dime or a nickel, anyone could buy voodoo of any kind
She had potions and lotions, herbs and tanna leaves
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Early one mornin' into mucky swamp dew, vanished Marie with hate in her eyes
Though she'll never return, all the Cajuns knew, a Witch Queen never dies
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo ve veau
She's the witch queen of New Orleans, of New Orleans
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on...
Black water Hattie lived back in the swamp
Where the strange green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smokehouse wall
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
An' all of them watching you
Stay off the track to Hattie's Shack in the back of the Black Bayou
Way up the road from Hattie's Shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swamp witch Hattie lock you in when the sun go down
Rumours of what she'd done, rumours of what she'd do
Kept folks off the track of Hattie’s shack
In the back of the Black Bayou
One day brought the rain and the rain stayed on
And the swamp water overflowed
Mosquitoes and the fever grabbed the town like a fist
Doctor Jackson was the first to go
Some say the plague was a brought by Hattie
There was talk of a hang ‘n too
But the talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles
From the bowels of the Black bayou
Early one morn 'tween dark and dawn when shadows filled the sky
There came an unseen caller on a town where hope run dry
In the square there was found a big black round
Vat full of gurgling brew
Whispering sounds as the folk gathered round
"It came from the Black Bayou"
There ain't much pride when you're trapped inside
A slowly sink ‘n ship
Scooped up the liquid deep and green
And the whole town took a sip
Fever went away and the very next day the skies again were blue
Let's thank old Hattie for sav'n our town
We'll fetch her from the Black Bayou
Party of ten of the town's best men headed for Hattie's Shack
Said Swamp Witch magic was useful and good
And they're gonna bring Hattie back
Never found Hattie and they never found the shack
And they never made a trip back in
'Twas a parchment note they found tacked to a stump
Said don't come look'n again
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'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 Lucius 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
Some things in this world
you just can't explain
(spoken)
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
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 ol' Lucius Clay was a greedy old man
and that's all there ever was to it
(chorus)
(spoken)
The Crayver 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
"Ya'll meet in the Wooly 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
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
(sung)
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'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 Lucius Clay
gets up and it walks around
(chorus)
(spoken)
Some things in this world
you just can't explain
Yeah,
Here comes Amos.
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun.
He lived by his self in the swamp.
He hunted alligator for livin.
He just knock 'em in the head with a stump.
The Lousisana law gonna get you Amos!
It ain't legal huntin alligator down in the swamp boy!
Now everybody blamed his old man.
For makin him mean as a snake.
When Amos Moses was a boy his Daddy would use him for alligator bait.
Tie a rope around his waist and throw him in the swamp.
Alligator bait in the Lousisana Bayou.
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a man called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna.
Well they raised up a son who could eat up his weight in groceries.
Named him after a man of the cloth.
Called him Amos Moses.
Now the folks around south Louisiana.
Said Amos was a hell of a man.
He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator,
And just use one hand.
That's all he got left cuz alligator bit it!
Left arm gone clean up to the elbow!
Well the Sheriff got wind that Amos
Was in the swamp tracking alligator skin.
So he snuck in the swamp, gonna get the boy,
But he never come out again.
Well I wonder where the Louisiana Sheriff went to?
Well you can sure get lost in the Louisiana Bayou!
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Louisiana
Lived a cat called Doc Milsap and his pretty wife Hanna.
Well, they raised up a son who could eat up his weight in groceries.
Named him after a man of the cloth,
Called him Amos Moses.
Set out on 'em Amos.
Make it count, Son!
About forty-five minutes southeast of Thibodeaux, Lousisiana...
Marie Laveau
The most famous of the voodoo queens that ever existed
Is Marie Laveau, down in Louisiana
There's a lot of weird, ungodly tales about Marie,
She's supposed to have a lot of magic potions, spells and curses...
Down in Louisiana, where the black trees grow
Lives a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
Got a black cat's tooth and a Mojo bone
And anyone who wouldn't leave her alone
She'd go (growl) another man done gone.
She lives in a swamp in a hollow log
With a one-eyed snake and a three-legged dog
She's got a bent, bony body and stringy hair
If she ever seen y'all messin' 'round there
She'd go (growl) another man done gone.
And then one night when the moon was black
Into the swamp come handsome Jack
A no good man like you all know
(TALK) He was lookin' around for Marie Laveau.
He said Marie Laveau, you lovely witch
Gimme a little a little charm that'll make me rich
Gimme a million dollars and I tell you what I'll do
This very night, I'm gonna marry you
Then It'll be (growl) another man done gone.
So Marie done some magic, and she shook a little sand
Made a million dollars and she put it in his hand
Then she giggled and she wiggled, and she said Hey, Hey
I'm gettin' ready for my weddin' day.
But old handsome Jack he said goodbye Marie
You're too damned ugly for a rich man like me
Then Marie started mumblin', her fangs started gnashin'
Her body started tremblin', and her eyes started flashin'
And she went (growl) another man done gone.
So if you ever git down where the black trees grow
And meet a voodoo lady named Marie Laveau
If she ever asks you to make her your wife
Man, you better stay with her for the rest of your life
Or it'll be (growl) another man done gone.
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau
She's the witch queen of New Orleans, of New Orleans
I'm gonna tell you a story, strange as it now seems
Of zombie voodoo gris gris and the Witch Queen of New Orleans
She lived in a world of magic, possessed by the devils skew
From a shack near the swamplands made of mud-pile brick
Marie stirred her witches brew
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau
She's the Witch Queen of New Orleans, of New Orleans
Dime or a nickel, anyone could buy voodoo of any kind
She had potions and lotions, herbs and tanna leaves
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Early one mornin' into mucky swamp dew, vanished Marie with hate in her eyes
Though she'll never return, all the Cajuns knew, a Witch Queen never dies
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo ve veau
She's the witch queen of New Orleans, of New Orleans
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she'll put a spell on...
I met Marie Laveau on my ride. Interesting lady. 
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