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 her blues away: I'm goin' down to the cemetery 'Cause the world is all wrong I'm goin' down to the cemetery '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 Every time he kisses me, that funny feeling creeps up my back