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Wood Booger * Song * Country Music Homemade Southern Style * About Sasquatch

Country Story about the 3 toed Sasquatch in KY. TITLE: Wood Booger LYRICS We had a mountain home, old wood floors, Back bedroom at the end, cold behind closed doors. Night would fall, wind through the pines, Then came a wail that stopped our minds. Sounded like a woman lost in the dark, Long and lonesome, echo through the yard. We’d pull the covers high, hearts in a row, Mama said it stood upright… and looked in slow. Chorus Mama whispered, “That’s the Wood Booger, lost its toe in a trap long ago… Now it prowls by your window, lookin’ high and low. Don’t you look thru that glass, don’t you let it know - It’s still out there searchin’ for its big toe.” We’d squeeze our eyes tight, lie still as stone, Prayin’ for the morning light, In that back bedroom at night. Uncle Clyde was huntin’ near Bee Rock one fall, Hounds froze dead quiet, not a bark at all. He swore he saw it standing where the shadows met the trees, Three long toes sunk deep in the soft forest ground. Silent as a man, but not quite right, A long lonesome cry drifted through the night. He took to his heels, runnin’ faster than the night, Lantern swingin’, eyes wide, heart poundin’ with fright. Chorus Mama whispered, “That’s the Wood Booger, lost its toe in a trap long ago… Now it prowls by your window, lookin’ high and low. Don’t you look thru that glass, don’t you let it know - It’s still out there searchin’ for its big toe.” We’d squeeze our eyes tight, lie still as stone, Prayin’ for the morning light, In that back bedroom at night. Daddy muttered, “It’s nothin’,” tryin’ to sound calm, Mama shook her head, “Y’all best mind your own.” Funny how that wail would drift off by dawn, But that back room? We held our breath all night. We laugh on the porch when the morning’s bright, But that sound still drifts in the dead of night. When the wind blows soft, and the whippoorwills sing, I hear Mama whisper that same old thing… “It’s still out there walkin’, don’t you let it know.” Somewhere in the holler, where Uncle Clyde saw it go.