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 Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
