I got a gal who lives on the wrong side of town

I know what I like and man you know I sure know how

It's the other side, another place

I like it here, no accounting for taste

I can't think of nothing when I'm with her

But the wind and the rain and the cemetery dirt



Went down to the cemetery looking for love

Got there and my baby was buried - I had to dig her up



18,000 miles across nowhere land

I'm scratching and I'm spitting, there ain't nobody listening, and things are kind of getting out of hand

Thre's only one point that I'd like to make

These kinds of things deteriorate

It's the gospel truth man

And she's embalmed in love juice