Cindy asked me to do something with her lyrics, and I can't resist a ghoststory
In the Graveyard
© Cindy Prince 2019
We was sneakin' into that old graveyard
Believin' we heard rattlin' old bones
My best buddy and me dared each other
Both of us real glad we wasn't alone
We found the grave of Old Johnny Wilson
He'd been murdered back long ago
Was it the wind or his ghost moanin'
Wasn't at all sure we wanted to know
We heard somebody callin'
Was it old Mr. Wilson, or somebody else
Me and my buddy were fallin'
Screamin' and trippin' on top of ourselves
Our flashlight flickered, then went out
Was it the ghosts or us givin' a shout?
We had enough, were fixin' to leave
When my buddy's face turned very pale
He had tripped on a real dead body
We both gasped and then ran like hell
Turned out there'd been an old man
Visiting graves and he'd had a heart attack
No matter the reason anybody gave
Rest assured we ain't never been back