Wicked Old Witch

Well, way down younder 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
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 When the sun goes down and the moon gets high
 You can hear her cacklin' out in the night
 Well-a sinners and gamblers and gunslingers too
 Everybody scatters when the witch comes through
 Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick
 Everybody 'fraid of the wicked old witch
 Ha, ha, ha, ha
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 Saturday night and the wind begins to howl
 You can bet that old swamp witch is out on the prowl
 Creatures and goblins, spooks all around
 Making their way up the road into town
 Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick
 Everybody 'fraid of the wicked old witch
 Ooh, ooh