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  1. Tombstone Tarnia

From the recording Complicated

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Lyrics

Always on the night of the full moon
Tipsy and friendly from inside the saloon
She would choose her victim, the next in line
Into the graveyard lit by the moonshine

They called her Tombstone Tarnia
She was the gravedigger’s daughter
Her boudoir was the graveyard
Where she did things that she didn't oughta

She loved to taste the whisky on their lips
She'd promise them a good time, making their hearts’ skip
If she thought she could go all the way
She'd pin them to the tombstone without delay

They called her Tombstone Tarnia
She was the gravedigger’s daughter
Her boudoir was the graveyard
Where she did things that she didn't oughta

One night whilst doing what she had to
A dark cloud moved blocking out the moon
A figure appeared, said get on your knees and pray
No respect for us departed, be on your way

It really shocked her, she screamed in dismay
It scared her half to death, she was found in disarray
From that day the graveyard became out of bounds
As she recalled the fright she got from ghosts all around

They called her Tombstone Tarnia
She was the gravedigger’s daughter
Her boudoir was the graveyard
Where she did things that she didn't oughta