I'm gonna start a graveyard of my own
Bad man don't leave my gal alone
My rage has got a rusty plate
Little old man right in the shade
I'm gonna start a graveyard of my own
I went down to my gal's house,
And knocked on the door
And so he off to Sam Henry down now,
and I asked him what he's doing down here,
huh?
He wants to know what I'm doing down here,
why I come down here to see my gal,
sir, who?
He said, you old gal,
why you see who is playing
the cards here?
I'm going to start a graveyard of my own,
that bad man don't leave
my gal alone.
So I went back downtown feelin' both wise
I met that old scoundrel
down our messes with my wife
I opened my resin,
hit him a crack on his overcoat
If she was made of noise,
said you can have coat, but
I got to go.
Gonna start a graveyard of my own,
and Batman don't leave
my gal alone.
My roosie's got a rusty blade,
gonna lay that man right in the shade.
I'm gonna start a graveyard of my own.
So I goes back downtown,
and I met that dog Henry
coming up Fifth Avenue now.
So I crossed over on Henry Street,
and that's why we conned, huh?
So when I hit him a crack with my razor,
and he went straight on up four stories high
and began to fly, huh?
So his feet flew off behind him,
and then I seen his britches
start to wiggling,
and next thing Sam Henry was gone, huh?
So I'm gonna start
a graveyard of my own,
that bad man don't leave my gal alone.
My roosie's got a rusty plate
Gonna lay that man right in the shade
I'm gonna start a graveyard of my own
I'm gonna start a graveyard of my own
Fat man don't leave my gal alone
My roosie's got a rusty plate
Gonna lay that man right in the shade
I'm gonna start a graveyard of my own