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