Folks, I know a gal named Cemetary Lize
Down in Tennessee;
She has got a pair of mean old graveyard eyes
Full of misery!
Every night and day
You can hear her sing her blues away:
I'm going down to the cemetary
'Cause the world is all wrong!
I'm going down to the cemetary
'Cause the world is all wrong!
Down there with the spooks to hear 'em sing my sorrow song
Got a date to see a ghost
By the name of Jones
Got a date to see a ghost
By the name of Jones
Makes me feel happy to hear him rattle his bones!
He's one man
I always know just where to find!
He's one man
I always know just where to find!
When you want true lovin', go and get the cemetary kind!
He ain't no fine dresser
He don't wear nothin' but a sack;
Yeah, he ain't no fine dresser
He don't wear nothin' but a sack;
Everytime he kisses me, that funny feeling creeps up my back!