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Whistlin' Past The Graveyard
Arthur Brown
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Coming in on the night train with an armful of boxcars
On the wings of a magpie 'cross a hooligan night
Busted up a chiffer room way out by the Kokomo
Cooked up a mess of mulligan and got into a fight
I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack
You'll probably see me sleeping out by the railroad tracks
As the prince of darkness 'bout all the smoke come from the stack
Sometimes I kill a jackal, suck out all the blood
Steal my stuff, a station wagon, driving in the mud
I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack
I know you've seen my headlights and the honking of my horn
I'm calling out my bloodhounds, chase the devil out the corn
Last night I jumped the Mississippi, now it's dry as a bone
I was born in a taxi cab, I ain't never going home
I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack
My eyes have seen the glory of the draining of the ditch
I'm coming to Baton Rouge to find myself a witch
I'm going to switch me up a couple of them every time it rains
You're going to see a locomotive, probably thinking that it's a train
I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack
What you think is sunshine is just a twinkle in my eye
I got a ring around my fingers called the Fourth of July
When I get lonesome and a tear falls from my cheek
There's going to be an ocean in the middle of the week
I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack
I'm coming on the night train with an armful of boxcars
On the wings of a magpie 'cross a hooligan night
I'm going to tear off a rainbow and wear it for a tie
I never told the truth so how can I tell a lie?
I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack
I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack
I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack
Whoa, whistling, whistling
Yeah, coming in on the night train
Whistling past the graveyard late at night
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Dead people got their dignity. They like to lie down
And not be disturbed. So I don't whistle too loud
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