Thanks to the original poster of Swamp Witch...

SWAMP WITCH
JIM STAFFORD

Blackwater (*Hattie) lived back in the swamp
Where the strange, green reptiles crawl
Snakes hang thick from the cypress trees
Like sausage on a smoke house wall
Where the swamp is alive with a thousand eyes
And all of 'em watchin' you
Stay off the track of (*Hattie's) shack
In the back of the Black Bayou.

Way up the road from (*Hattie's) shack
Lies a sleepy little Okeechobee town
Talk of swampwitch (*Hattie)
Lock you in when the sun go down!
Rumors of what she'd done
Rumors of what she'd do
Kept folks off the track of (*Hattie's) shack
In the back of the Black Bayou.

One day brought the rain, the rain stayed on
And the swamp water overflowed
'Skeeters and the fever grabed the town like a fist!
Doc Jackson was the first to go
Some said the plague was brought by (*Hattie)
There was talk of a hangin', too
But the talk got shackled by the howls and the cackles
From the bowels of the Black Bayou.

Early one morn' between dark and dawn
When shadows filled the sky
There came an unseen caller
On the town where - hope run dry
In the square there was found a big black round
Vat full of gurglin' brew
Whisperin' sounds as the folks gathered round
"It came from the Black Bayou!"

There ain't much pride when you're trapped inside
A slowly sinkin' ship
Scooped up the liquid, deep and green
And the whole town took a sip
Fever went away and the very next day
The skies again - were blue
Lets thank old (*Hattie) for savin' our town
We'll fetch 'er from the Black Bayou!

Party of ten of the town's best men
Headed for (*Hattie's) shack
That swamp witch magic was useful and good
And they gonna bring (*Hattie) back
Never found (*Hattie) and they never found the shack
They never made a trip back in
There was a parchment note they found tacked to a stump
Said, "Don't come lookin' again!"

Note. (Hattie/Haddie/Haddy/Hadi/[take 'ur pick])

SOURCE: Jim Stafford-Jim Stafford/1974 MGM Records SE-4947