Down in the bottom in the cypress trees
No need to hide ´cause you can't fool me
I know the swamp like the back of my hand
If it ain't the gators it's the boogie man
When the sun goes down and there ain't no moon
Don't look back you better get home soon
What you see when there ain't no light
Can make you crazy for the rest of your life
Cotton mouth oil and buzzard grease
Gimme some of tat jack vine tea
A tea spoon full of chimney soot
Little John the Conquero
Your pushin´ fire
Your pushin´ fire
Put salt in your path and you'll never return
Better beware when the candles burn
There ain't no charm I can't make
I got the powder of the Congo Snake
