With a hound-dog howl and a lantern light
Had a scar on his cheek and a rifle by the door
Said he’d seen what no man had ever seen before
Kids would whisper when the moon hung low
“Don’t go walking where the black reeds grow”
He’d just smile with his coffee cold
Say, “That monster and me got a debt still owed”
Some nights the water would rise
Like it breathed under starless skies
And he’d stand on the porch, eyes hard as stone
Like he knew it was coming for him alone
Cabin by the swamp off Dewey Lake Street
Where the willow bends and the black mud creeps
He fought that thing in the fog and rain
With a trembling hand and a hunter’s aim
Cabin by the swamp off Dewey Lake Street
Where the old dirt road and the shadows meet
His cabin was empty at the light of day
Yeah, that monster in the water took his life away
He told of claws in the raspberry vines
Of red coal eyes at the tree line
Said it stood like a shadow, ten feet tall
With a cry like a train and a funeral call
Folks said, “Old man, you’re losing your mind”
But he’d nail more boards where the windows shined
Kept a silver flask and a Bible near
And he slept with one eye open every year
Then came a storm with no thunder sound
Just a deep low growl from beneath the ground
And the hound ran off, and the lantern swayed
And the swamp turned black as a fresh-dug grave
Cabin by the swamp off Dewey Lake Street
Where the willow bends and the black mud creeps
He fought that thing in the fog and rain
With a trembling hand and a hunter’s aim
Cabin by the swamp off Dewey Lake Street
Where the old dirt road and the shadows meet
His cabin was empty at the light of day
Yeah, that monster in the water took his life away
They found his boots by the kitchen chair
Found his coat, but he wasn’t there
A broken latch and a muddy floor
Four long scratches down the cabin door
No blood, no note, no final prayer
Just lakeweed tangled in some silver hair
They heard him laugh from the mist outside
Then the whole dark water opened wide
Cabin by the swamp off Dewey Lake Street
Where the willow bends and the black mud creeps
He fought that thing till the morning came
But the woods won’t ever speak his name
Cabin by the swamp off Dewey Lake Street
When the midnight fog rolls across your feet
There’s an empty cabin where the old man stayed
And something still watches from the waves
Ooh-ooh, by the swamp off Dewey Lake Street
Ooh-ooh, where the dark woods breathe
Ooh-ooh, when the pine trees shake
The old man walks by Dewey Lake
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