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