7. Whistlin' Past the Graveyard

Well [bad word] in on a night train
With an arm full of box cars
On the wings of a magpie
Cross a hooligan night
And i busted up a chifforobe
Way out by the [bad word] 
Cooked up a mess a mulligan
And got into a fight

 [bad word]  whistlin past the graveyard
Steppin on a crack
I'm a mean motherhubbard
Papa one eyed jack

You propably seen me sleepin
Out by the railroad tracks
Go on and ask the prince of darkness
What about all thet smoke [bad word] from the stack
Sometimes i kill myself a jacket
Suck out all the blood
Steal myself a stationwagon
Drivin through the mud

 [bad word] 

I know you seen my headlights
And the honkin of my horn
I'm callin out my bloodhounds
Chase the devil through the corn
Last night i chugged the mississippi
Now that suckers dry as a bone
Born in a taxi cab
I'm [bad word] home

 [bad word] 

My eyes have seen the glory
Of the draining of the ditch
I [bad word] to baton rouge
To find myself a witch
I'm-ona snatch me up a
Couple of em every time it rains
You see a [bad word] 
Probably thinkin it's a train

 [bad word] 

What you think is the sunshine
Is just a twinkle in my eye
That ring around my fingers
Just the 4th of july
When i get a little bit lonesome
And a tear falls from my cheek
There's gonna be an ocean in
The middle of the week

 [bad word] 

I rode into town on a night train
With an arm full of box cars
On the wings of a magpie
Cross a hooligan night
I'm-ona tear me off a rainbow
And wear it for a tie
I never told the [bad word] 
So i can never tell a lie