Folks, I know a gal named Cemetery 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 a blues away
I'm going down to the cemetery 'cause the world is all wrong
I'm going down to the cemetery '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 cemetery kind
He ain't no fine dresser, he don't wear nothing but a sack
Yeah, 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
