Well way down yonder
In the deep blue holler
Yeah way back in the swamp
Where the snakes go crawlin'
Shriveled old lady
With a tombstone mouth
Scarin' up trouble
At the haunted house
Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick
Everybody 'fraid
Of the wicked old witch
When sun goes down
And moon gets high
You can hear her cacklin'
Out in the night
Well-a sinners and gamblers
And gun-slingers too
Everybody scatters when the witch
Comes through
Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick
Everybody 'fraid
Of the wicked old witch
In the deep blue holler
Yeah way back in the swamp
Where the snakes go crawlin'
Shriveled old lady
With a tombstone mouth
Scarin' up trouble
At the haunted house
Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick
Everybody 'fraid
Of the wicked old witch
When sun goes down
And moon gets high
You can hear her cacklin'
Out in the night
Well-a sinners and gamblers
And gun-slingers too
Everybody scatters when the witch
Comes through
Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick
Everybody 'fraid
Of the wicked old witch
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