Lyrics:

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