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This is an old version of the many myths that surround the common north American story of a tall hairy man that lives out in the woods. Among Appalachia, and some African creole communities this being is known as"The Tall man".
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Lyrics
Yeah child, way out in them woods
Lives a tall man, with hands like skillets
And a face all wrinkled like a bulldog's asshole
They say he cracks bones for marrow
and has hair like a black bear
So don't go out in them woods at night
cause the tall man he sure to give you a fright
Yeah they say the tall man got a house down in moccasin gap
My uncle said one night he come round the paddock
gave all the mules a slap
and left a handprint on em that lasted for three weeks
They say he howls
They say he screams
Yeah the tall man you see
He ain't like you and me
I heard he the son
Of a woman, the Devil, and a blast from a shot gun
They say he howls
So don't go down at night
or the tall give you a fright
cause there ain't no place for free man or slave
when the hairy man drag you down to your grave
and there there ain't no place in these hills
where the Tall man dresses his kills
So you sit down by the firelight tonight
and listen for the howls on the wind
It's the tall man
Lives a tall man, with hands like skillets
And a face all wrinkled like a bulldog's asshole
They say he cracks bones for marrow
and has hair like a black bear
So don't go out in them woods at night
cause the tall man he sure to give you a fright
Yeah they say the tall man got a house down in moccasin gap
My uncle said one night he come round the paddock
gave all the mules a slap
and left a handprint on em that lasted for three weeks
They say he howls
They say he screams
Yeah the tall man you see
He ain't like you and me
I heard he the son
Of a woman, the Devil, and a blast from a shot gun
They say he howls
So don't go down at night
or the tall give you a fright
cause there ain't no place for free man or slave
when the hairy man drag you down to your grave
and there there ain't no place in these hills
where the Tall man dresses his kills
So you sit down by the firelight tonight
and listen for the howls on the wind
It's the tall man
tf10music
"face all wrinkled like a bulldog's asshole." Best description I've heard in ages. Nice hill country groove on the guitar...channeling a bit of Fred McDowell.