Blackwater Hattie lived back in the swamp where strange green reptiles crawl.
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees like sausage on a smokehouse wall.
Well, the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes and all of them watching you.
Stay off the track of Hattie Shack in the back of the Black Bayou.
Way up the road from Hattie Shack lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town.
Talk a swamp witch of Hattie to lock you in when the sun goes down.
Rumors of what she done and rumors of what she do.
Kept folks off the track of Hattie Shack in the back of the Black Bayou.
One day brought the rain, the rain stayed on and the swamp water overflowed.
Skeeters in the fever grabbed the town like a fist, Dr. Jackson was the first to go.
Some said the plague was brought by Hattie, there was talk of a hangin' too.
But the talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles from the bowels of the Black Bayou.
Early one morn, tween dark and dawn, when shadows filled the sky.
There came an unseen caller on a town where hoes run dry.
In the square there was found a big black round vat full of gurglin' brood.
Whispers and sounds as the folks gathered round, it came from the back of the Black Bayou.
There ain't much pride when you're trapped inside a slowly sankin' ship.
Scooped up the liquid deep and green and the whole town took a sip.
Fever went away and the very next day the skies again were blue.
Let's thank old Hattie for savin' our town, we'll fetch her from the Black Bayou.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
A party of ten of the town's best men headed for Hattie's shack.
Said swamp witch magic was useful and good and they're gonna bring Hattie back.
Never found Hattie and they never found the shack and they never made a trip back in.
Cause a parchment note they found tacked to her stump said,
Don't come lookin' again.
We're gonna follow.
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We're gonna follow.
We're gonna follow.
We're gonna follow.
We're gonna follow.
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