Whistlin' Past the Graveyard

Coming in on the night train with an armful of boxcars

On the wings of a magpie 'cross a hooligan night

Busted up a chiffer room way out by the Kokomo

Cooked up a mess of mulligan and got into a fight

I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack

I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack

You'll probably see me sleeping out by the railroad tracks

As the prince of darkness 'bout all the smoke come from the stack

Sometimes I kill a jackal, suck out all the blood

Steal my stuff, a station wagon, driving in the mud

I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack

I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack

I know you've seen my headlights and the honking of my horn

I'm calling out my bloodhounds, chase the devil out the corn

Last night I jumped the Mississippi, now it's dry as a bone

I was born in a taxi cab, I ain't never going home

I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack

I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack

My eyes have seen the glory of the draining of the ditch

I'm coming to Baton Rouge to find myself a witch

I'm going to switch me up a couple of them every time it rains

You're going to see a locomotive, probably thinking that it's a train

I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack

I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack

What you think is sunshine is just a twinkle in my eye

I got a ring around my fingers called the Fourth of July

When I get lonesome and a tear falls from my cheek

There's going to be an ocean in the middle of the week

I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack

I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack

I'm coming on the night train with an armful of boxcars

On the wings of a magpie 'cross a hooligan night

I'm going to tear off a rainbow and wear it for a tie

I never told the truth so how can I tell a lie?

I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack

I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack

I'm whistling past the graveyard, stepping on a crack

I'm a mean Mother Hubbard, half a one-eyed jack

Whoa, whistling, whistling

Yeah, coming in on the night train

Whistling past the graveyard late at night

Dead people got their dignity. They like to lie down

And not be disturbed. So I don't whistle too loud