Old Tom Graves

Old Tom Graves
He’s got arms for days
You can try to hide but he
Knows these caves.

And Old Tom he’s
Got tricks up his sleeves
You can try to run but there’s so
Much he sees.

That graveyard man
He won’t show his hand
You might wanna beg ‘cause there’s
Eyes in the back of his head.

Old Tom Graves
Collects what souls he saves
And he serves them up with
Ice cold lemonade.

And that flint-eyed shadow
Gonna make you sad, oh
You were ever born when he
Comes tomorrow.

That skeleton grinner’s
Comin’ for you, sinner
and he’ll serve you up for
Thanksgiving dinner.