John Fogerty - Wicked Old Witch lyrics

Well way down yonder 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 sun goes down and moon gets high
You can hear her cacklin' out in the night

Well-a sinners and gamblers
And gun-slingers too
Everybody scatters when the witch
Comes through

Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick
Everybody 'fraid 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

Flyin' 'cross the moon on a big ol' stick
Everybody 'fraid of the wicked old witch