Just for the record,
let's get the story straight.
Me and Uncle Tom were fishin',
it was gettin' pretty late,
out on a cypress limb above the wishin' well
where they say it got no bottom,
say it take you down to hell.
Over in the bushes and off to the right
come two men talkin' in the pale moonlight:
Sheriff John Brady and Deputy Hedge
haulin' two limp bodies down to the water's edge.
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin, oh, yeah.
I know a secret that I just can't tell.
They didn't see me and Tom in the tree,
neither one believin' what the other could see.
Tossed in the bodies,
let 'em sink on down
to the bottom of the well
where they'd never be found.
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin, oh, yeah.
I know a secret that I just can't tell.
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin.
I know a secret that I just can't tell.
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin:
know who put the bodies in the wishin' well.
Soon as they were gone, me and Tom got down,
prayin' real hard that we wouldn't make a sound,
runnin' through the woods back to Uncle Tom's shack
where the full moon shines through the rooftop cracks.
Oh my God, Tom, who are we gonna tell?
The Sheriff, he belongs in a prison cell.
Keep your mouth shut, that's what we're gonna do
unless you wanna wind up in the wishing well too.
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin.
I know a secret that I just can't tell.
I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin, ooh, yeah, yeah.
I know a secret that I just can't tell.
Oh, I know a secret down at Uncle Tom's cabin:
know who put the bodies, know who put the bodies
in the wishin' well, oh, yeah.