all around the story s told how mary died out in the cold on a hill about a mile out of town they found her old man dead in another womans bed and old mary s whole world came crashing down she bit the finger off her hand that wore the shiny wedding band and sat there in the cold to wait to die and who could what sparkled more the diamond on the ring she wore or the shimmer in the frozen tears she cried and through the mist ol mr skeleton i guess you re coming after me i won t be missed ol mr skeleton so i will freely go with thee now willy saved it hard but he blew it all on rye and cards he lost his shirt and one leg of his pants he used to have more class he had a horse shoe up his ass he was a master of games of skill and chance but that night was rough when ol red called his bluff and willy was only holding pocket eights you could see ol willy frown when fifth street came round cause he knew ol red had finally made his straight  and through the mist ol mr skeleton i guess you re coming after me i won t be missed ol mr skeleton so i will freely go with thee and through the mist ol mr skeleton i guess you re coming after me i won t be missed ol mr skeleton so i will freely go with thee i m lousy at games of chance i m lousy at romance and heck pretty much everything else it seems but when i close my eyes the curtain starts to raise and mr skeleton comes dancing to my dreams but when i wake at dawn the dream lingers on and vainly for better days i pray but i ve given up on cards and love is just as hard and i wonder when i lost the will to play and through the mist ol mr skeleton i guess you re coming after me i won t be missed ol mr skeleton so i will freely go with thee and through the mist ol mr skeleton i guess you re coming after me i won t be missed ol mr skeleton so i will freely go with thee