The Devil in Camp American Murder Song

Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to
Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to

There's a camp, there's a camp by the frozen lake
Wah wah ooh ooh ooh
There's a camp, there's a camp by the frozen lake
Wah wah ooh ooh
Oh, with every belly starving and every finger numb
But up on the hill, it's a red, red rum
Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to

There's a note, there's a note on the lean-to gate
Wah wah ooh ooh
There's a note, there's a note on the lean-to gate
Wah wah ooh ooh ooh
All ye little hungries, come in for a bite
But every mother knows hold your children tight, oh
Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to

If you have to go out, take a gun and a lamp
'Cause everybody knows there's a devil in camp
AAAWOOOOOOOO!
AAAWOOOOOOOO!

There's a trail, there's a trail leading to his gate
Wah wah ooh ooh
There's a trail, there's a trail leading to his gate
Wah wah ooh ooh ooh
Oh, of gingerbread men and buttons of red
And another boy missing and another girl dead, oh
Somebody's always cookin' somethin' in the lean-to