Some people just don’t understand
They get confused 'cause I’m a man
But to the rumors they pay heed
They seek me out when they’re in need
Some seem to tremble wrapped in fear
As I come to the door when they draw near
But once they’ve been here they all see
No need to be afraid of me
Just natural ways to heal most ills
No need for all those doctors and pills
Gleaning cures from what Nature’s grown
If that bothers you, best leave me alone.
It’s mostly quiet here these days
As I practice Gram-ma Hattie’s ways
But I live back where the water’s deeper
And the price for trespassing is steeper
I love it here in the swamp you see
The gators and snakes, the dogs and me
For needy folks there is no fee
But think twice before you mess with me.
This black-water swamp keeps its secrets well
The gators eat and no secrets tell
If trouble’s your motive when here you roam
…Don’t plan on ever going home.
