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