I stole her from Emmett Fry, and now what's done is done
Like any man I'm afraid to die, but I'm hurt too bad to run
I ran with her to Walker's Woods with him close on my heels;
I knew he'd kill to get her back, and I know just how he feels

Oh, the sun never shines in Walker's Woods;
I doubt if it would want to come in even if it could
'Cause the gators and the cottonmouths, the sand that pulls you down
Makes Walker's Woods a haven for the damned

By the quicksand over there my dream came to an end:
She said it was a big mistake, that she'd return to him
So I gave her to the hungry sands, now all I loved is dead--
And all that's left is the scarlet rag that she wore upon her head

Oh, the sun never shines in Walker's Woods;
I doubt if it would want to come in even it could
'Cause the gators and the cottonmouths,the sand that pulls you down
Makes Walker's Woods a haven for the damned

I've no regrets; I loved her; five more minutes I'll be free--
I'd have made it if that cottonmouth hadn't made his strike at me
But I have to laugh when I think how mad old Emmett's going to be
When he finds out he never got to take one shot at me

Oh, the sun never shines in Walker's Woods;
I doubt if it would want to come in even if it could
'Cause the gators and the cottonmouths, the sand that pulls you down
Makes Walker's Woods a haven for the damned