Well way down yonder
In the deep blue holler
Yeah way back in the swamp
Where the snakes go crawling
Shriveled old lady
With a tombstone mouth
Scaring up trouble
At the haunted house
Flying across the moon
On a big old stick
Everybody afraid
Of the wicked old witch
When sun goes down
And moon gets high
You can hear her cackling
Out in the night
Well-a sinners and gamblers
And gunslingers too
Everybody scatters
When the witch comes through
Flying across the moon
On a big old stick
Everybody afraid
Of the wicked old witch
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
Flying across the moon
On a big old stick
Everybody afraid
Of the wicked old witch