Wicked Old Witch Songtext
von John Fogerty

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