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.