Billy, Boney and Ma Townes Van Zandt

Well, Billy went down to the battleground
To find a little trinket he could call his own
Didn't see nothing lying around
He decided he'd dig awhile
Well, he dug her up and he dug her down
'Fore too long, he found some bones
Poor little Billy couldn't make a sound
When the bones sat up and smiled

"Oh, Billy, you seem like a fine young man
No reason to be a trembling soul
Come over here and shake my hand
Make my proud acquaintance"
Well, Billy, he was stunned, he could hardly stand
Whether he could move, he didn't know
But he knew he had to formulate some kind of plan
Or try the bone-man's patience

The first thing he wanted to do was breathe
So he gulped in some of that battleground air
Next thing he wanted to do was leave
But Billy wasn't raised up rude
Well, the bone-man grunted and he gave a heave
All of a sudden, he was looming there
Shaking off dirt and acting pleased
Things didn't look too good