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 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 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