Quixanne, ahm in its grip
Quixanne, ahm in its grip
Sinken in the mud
Patron-saint of the bog.
They c__ with boots of blud
Wit pitchfawk and with club
Chantin out mah name
Got doggies strainin onna chain
Lucy, ahll love ya till the end!
They hunt me like a dog
Down in sw-a-a-a-amp land!

So c__ mah executioners! c__ bounty hunters!
c__ mah county killers--for ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
Ah cannot run no more
No I cant!
Lucy, ya wont see this face agin
Wheb ya caught ya swing and burn...
Down in sw-a-a-a-amp land!

The trees are veiled in fog

The trees are veiled in fog
Like so many jilted brides
Now theyre all breakin down and cry
Cryin tears upon mah face
Cryin tears upon mah face
And they smell of gasolene
A-a-a-a-ah- scr-e-e-e-a-am
Lucy, ya made a sinner out of me
Now ahm burnin like a saint
Down in sw-a-a-a-amp land!

So c__ mah executioners! c__ mah bounty huntahs!
c__ mah county killers--ya know ah cannot run no more
No ah cannot run no more.

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