Something moved beside the water Just beyond the cypress trees I thought I saw it watching Then it disappeared from me I heard something in the brush Little footsteps in the mud I stopped to listen closely But the whole damn swamp went still Then I saw it Standing by a tree Looking right at me Looks that caused me fear Made me pause right in my step Something wasn't right about him Something I couldn't forget He didn't run He didn't hide Didn't make a sound Just stood there in the shadows With his feet upon the ground In the shadows there it stood A crooked finger calling me its way I knew damn well I shouldn't follow But I followed anyway Don't follow the Bogle Don't follow his trail He'll lead you through the black water Where every good man fails Don't follow the Bogle No matter what you see That crooked little finger Ain't pointing you free He moved between the cypress Always twenty steps ahead Every time I thought I'd lost him There he was again I stopped He stopped I moved He moved Never getting closer Never letting me get free I don't know why I followed I don't know why I went Every time I stopped That crooked finger bent Come this way That's what it seemed to say Come this way Without saying anything The water reached my ankles Then halfway to my knees I could hear the gators moving Somewhere underneath the trees Snakes slipped through the black water Mosquitoes filled the air I turned around to find my way The trail was no longer there Don't follow the Bogle Don't follow his trail He'll lead you through the black water Where every good man fails Don't follow the Bogle No matter what you see That crooked little finger Ain't pointing you free Then he stopped beside a clearing And slowly turned to me A crooked little smile Was all that I could see He pointed through the darkness Toward something up ahead Then bowed his crooked head And disappeared again I should've turned I should've run I should've known right then That little bastard didn't lose me He brought me here for her Then the air became much warmer Sweet perfume filled the night Something moved beneath the moon And slowly stepped into the light Beautiful Lord, she was beautiful Bare feet in the water Dark hair falling down She looked at where the Bogle stood Then slowly looked around I heard him in the shadows Moving somewhere behind me Then she smiled And I understood He wasn't showing me the way out He was bait Don't follow the Bogle Don't follow his trail He'll lead you through the black water Where every good man fails Don't follow the Bogle No matter what you see That crooked little finger Ain't pointing you free I heard the little bastard Scurrying away Probably looking for another fool To bring Momma someday Then she reached her hand toward me And everything went still I heard the Bogle laughing Somewhere beyond the hill She moved a little closer Looked into my eyes Then whispered... Welcome, darling... And somewhere in the darkness That crooked finger Called another man Her way
