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 goin' down to the cemetary,

'Cause the world is all wrong,

I'm goin' down to the cemetary,

'Cause the world is all wrong,

And there ain't a fool to hear me sing my sorrow song.



I got a date to see a ghost

By the name of Jones,

I got a date to see a ghost

By the name of Jones,

Make me feel happy to hear him rattle his bones.



He ain't no fine dresser,

He don't wear nothing but a sack;

Everytime he kisses me, that funny feeling creeps up my back.