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 its 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
theres 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

 [bad word]