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 going down to the cemetary 'cause the world is all wrong
I'm going down to the cemetary '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 cemetary kind

He ain't no fine dresser, he don't wear nothin' but a sack
Yeah, he ain't no fine dresser, he don't wear nothin' but a sack
Everytime he kisses me, that funny feeling creeps up my back