Graveyard Train
On the highway, thirty people lost their lives
On the highway, thirty people lost their lives
Well, I had some words to holler
And my Rosie took a ride
In the moonlight, see the Greyhound rolling on
In the moonlight, see the Greyhound rolling on
Flying through the crossroads
Rosie ran into the Hound
For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone
For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone
Mister Undertaker
Take this coffin from my home
In the midnight, hear me crying out her name
In the midnight, hear me crying out her name
I'm standing on the railroad
Waiting for the graveyard train
On the highway, thirty people turned to stone
On the highway, thirty people turned to stone
Oh, take me to the station
Because I'm number thirty-one
