Cemetery Blues
by S. Loney / 
Spencer Williams 
recording of September 26, 1923 
from 
The Complete Recordings, Vol. 1 (Columbia/Legacy C2K-47091) 
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 a blues away 
I'm going down to the cemetery 'cause the world is all wrong 
I'm going down to the cemetery '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 cemetery kind 
He ain't no fine dresser, he don't wear nothing but a sack 
Yeah, he ain't no fine dresser, he don't wear nothing but a sack 
Everytime he kisses me that funny feeling creeps up my back