Black cat bone

New moon night, ‘bout half past three

The people light, shining down on me

Sleeping under with a tree

There’s a new moon night shining down on me

Got a black cat bone, ain’t no monkey man

Like a rollin’ stone, I’m a ramblin’ man

Got a black cat bone, but I’m cold in hand

Don’t take a stand

The whistle past the graveyard

The wind began to sing

The clocks just keep on ticking and the bells are gonna ring

The whistle past the graveyard

The wind began to sing

I got a black cat bone, so you can’t see a thing

Maybe it’s a story but I think it’s the truth

The devil’s at the crossroads

I heard him cuttin’ the blues

Black cat bone in my motor sack

Got a guitar on my back

The whistle past the graveyard

The wind began to sing

The clocks just keep on ticking and the bells are gonna ring

The whistle past the graveyard

The wind began to sing

I got a black cat bone, so you can’t see a thing

New moon night, ‘bout half past three

The people light, shining down on me

Sleeping under with a tree

There’s a new moon night shining down on me