Black Cat Bone

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