Cemetery Blues Lyrics
| Song | Cemetery Blues |
| Artist | Bessie Smith |
| Album | 1923 (Chronological Classics 761) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| 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! |
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