Just for the record Lets get the story straight Me and Uncle Tom were fishing It was getting pretty late Out on a cypress limb Above the wishin' well where they say it got no bottom Say it take you down to hell Over in the bushes And off to the right Come two men talkin In the pale moon light Sheriff John Brady and Deputy Hedge Haulin' two limp bodies Down to the water's edge
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin, oh yeah I know a secret that I just can't tell
They didn't see me and Tom In the trees Neither one believing What the other could see Tossed in the bodies let 'em sink on down To the bottom of the well Where they'd never be found
CHORUS I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin I know a secret that I just can't tell I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's Cabin Know who put the bodies in the wishing well
Soon as they were gone Me and Tom got down Pray' real hard That we wouldn't make a sound Runing throught he woods Back to Uncle Tom's shack Where the full moon shines Through the roof tile cracks
Oh my God, Tom, who are we gonna tell The sheriff he belongs in a prison cell Keep your mouth shut That's what we're gonna do Unless you wanna wind up In the wishin' well too
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