Intro :
O n the highwa y th irty pe ople lo st their live s.
O n the highwa y th irty pe ople lo st their live s.
W ell I had some words to holler and m y Rosie took a ride.
I n the moonlight see the Greyhound rolli n' on .
I n the moonlight se e the Greyhound rolli n' on .
F lyin' through the crossroads Rosi e ran into the Hound.
F or the graveyard thi rty boxes made of bon e.
F or the graveyard thirt y boxes made of bone .
M ister Undertaker t ake this coffin from my home .
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I n the midnight he ar me cryin' out her name.
I n the midnight he ar me cryin' out her name.
I 'm standin' on the railroad wait in' for the Graveyard Train.
O n the highway thir ty people turned to stone.
O n the highway th irty people turned to stone.
O h take me to the station 'cau se I'm number thirty-one