Everyone knows this song in one form or another. Possibly not Bessie Smith's original recording... more than likely a pub band or similar. The inspiration for me to post this song on hits and myths was a recent concert, as part of the 'Erupt Arts Festival, here in Taupo, by an Auckland band 'Tom Rodwell & Storehouse' who covered this song in a dark and beautiful fashion. They had a guest vocalist by the name of Coco Davis and she belted out the best version you could ever expect to hear. Although credit must be given to the band as well. Their version was so dark and atmospheric that I was practically looking behind to see where David Lynch (a la Twin Peaks) was.
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!
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