I'm standin' on the railroad, waitin' for the graveyard train
On the highway, thirty people turned to stone
For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone
Well, I had some words to holler and my Rosie took a ride
Flyin' through the crossroads, Rosie ran into the hound
For the graveyard, thirty boxes made of bone
Oh Mister Undertaker, yeah, take this coffin from my home
In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin' on
In the moonlight, see the greyhound rollin' on
On the highway, thirty people turned to stone
In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name
In the midnight, hear me cryin' out her name