| Tombstone Shadow, stretchin’across my path.
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| Tombstone Shadow, stretchin’across my path.
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| Ev’ry time I get some good news, Ooh,
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| There’s a shadow on my back.
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| Saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo.
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| Said, I saw the gypsy man, 'way down in San Berdoo.
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| Five dollars on the table, Ooh,
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| Keep me 'way from my tomb.
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| Oh! |
| Oh!
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| Said I got thirteen months of bad luck,
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| Bound to be some pain.
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| Don’t you do no trav’lin',
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| Fly in no machines.
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| Tombstone Shadow, stretchin’across my path.
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| Ev’ry time I get some good news, Ooh,
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| There’s a shadow on my back.
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| The man gave me a luck charm, Cost five dollars more,
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| Said, Put some on your pillow, and put some on your door.
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| He said, Take a long vacation, Ooh,
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| For thirteen months or more.
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| Oh, Lord!
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| Tombstone Shadow, stretchin’across my path.
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| Tombstone Shadow, stretchin’across my path.
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| Ev’ry time I get some good news, Ooh,
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| There’s a shadow on my back.
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| Oh, oh, Lord!
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| Oh, Lord! |