Whoa, bad, bad, bones,
Chase them out of town, bury them in the ground,
Bad bones.

Well, I've been walking through these streets like a back-alley whisky man,
Lugging all my shame in the back of this dusty van,
Medicine man brought me the news, said, "The devil likes your style, wants you to pay his dues,"
Then I heard the Reverend Davis singing high to shake those blues, good God.

Get rid of those bad, bad bones,
Chase them out of town, bury them in the ground,
Bad, bad bones - it's time to Shanghai them bones.

Oh yeah.

Grandma used to say you got to look a man in the eye,
And my daddy used to say, "You got to stand up for what is right, boy,"
Ooh, right, right,
I heard what they said, but didn't heed their advice,
Now I'm sleeping with the hogs and eating with the mice,
Hell hound on my trial; time to listen to my old man's advice, oh.

Get rid of those bad, bad bones,
Chase them out of town, bury them in the ground,
Bad, bad bones - it's time to Shanghai them bad, bad bones.

Medicine man, he brought me the news, says, "The devil likes your style, wants you to pay his dues,"
Then I heard the Reverend Davis singing high to shake those blues.

Get rid of those...get rid of those bad, bad bones, (bad, bad bones)
Chase them out of town, bury them in the ground,
Bad, bad bones - now it's time, yeah, (bad, bad bones)
Bad, bad bones, (bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad bones)
Bad, bad bones, (well now it's time)
Bad, bad bones,
Bad, bad bones - it's time.

Whoa, bad, bad, bones,
Chase them out of town, bury them in the ground.