Chapman Who pulled the nite down on me Who pulled the nite down so I cannot see Who pulled the nite down on me Who pulled the nite down so I cannot see The moon she come down through the trees Pick out footprints of things me don't see Boat whisper on paddle push down Slithering by - a snake but no sound Repeat Everglade hold me in its night Alligator slip into sight Horny toad calling loud and clear Suddenly stop is all me hear Repeat Hootowl eyes blink without a face Silence shouts from every place A little scared but me push on With just one more slug from my jug of rum