CHORUS:
whistlin past the graveyard
steppin
on a crack
i'm
a mean motherhubbard
papa
one eyed jack
you propably
seen me sleepin
out
by the railroad tracks
go on
and ask the prince of darkness
what
about all thet smoke
come
from the stack
sometimes
i kill myself a jacket
suck
out all the blood
steal
myself a stationwagon
drivin
through the mud
CHORUS
i know
you seen my headlights
and
the honkin of my horn
i'm
callin out my bloodhounds
chase
the devil through the corn
last
night i chugged the mississippi
now
that suckers dry as a bone
born
in a taxi cab
i'm
never comin home
CHORUS
my eyes
have seen the glory
of the
draining of the ditch
i only
come to baton rouge
to find
myself a witch
i'm-ona
snatch me up a
couple
of em every time it rains
you
see a locomotive
probably
thinkin its a train
CHORUS
what
you think is the sunshine
is just
a twinkle in my eye
that
ring around my fingers
just
the 4th of july
when
i get a little bit lonesome
and
a tear falls from my cheek
theres
gonna be an ocean in
the
middle of the week
CHORUS
i rode
into town on a night train
with
an arm full of box cars
on the
wings of a magpie
cross
a hooligan night
i'm-ona
tear me off a rainbow
and
wear it for a tie
i never
told the truth
so i
can never tell a lie
CHORUS
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