| These old bones will tell your story | 
| These old bones will never lie | 
| These old bones will tell you surely | 
| What you can’t see with your eye | 
| These old bones, I shake and rattle | 
| These old bones, I toss and roll | 
| And it’s all in where they scatter | 
| Tells you what the future holds | 
| Oh, she lived up on the mountain | 
| Eleven miles or so from town | 
| With a one-eyed cat named Wink, | 
| A billy goat and a blue tick hound | 
| Her graying hair was braided | 
| And wrapped around her head | 
| And her dress was long and faded | 
| And her home a rusty shed | 
| In a little pouch of burlap | 
| Tied with a piece of twine | 
| There were bones all shapes and sizes | 
| Gathered through the course of time | 
| She’d throw them out before you | 
| She swore that she could see | 
| The present, past and future | 
| She could ready your destiny | 
| Everybody knew about her | 
| Came to get their fortune read | 
| Concerning health and wealth and power | 
| Who to love and when to wed | 
| Well, I just like helpin' people | 
| I’m just glad that I could help | 
| Why, I know everybody’s secrets | 
| But I keep it to myself | 
| These old bones will tell your story | 
| These old bones will never lie | 
| These old bones will tell you surely | 
| What you can’t see with your eye | 
| These old bones, I shake and rattle | 
| These old bones, I toss and roll | 
| And it’s all in where they scatter | 
| Tells you what the future holds | 
| Some called her witchy woman | 
| Some said she was insane | 
| Some said she was a prophet | 
| Still everybody came | 
| Just because a body’s different | 
| Well, that don’t make ‘em mad | 
| Well, they’ve crucified a many | 
| For the special gifts they’ve had | 
| I had often heard about her, | 
| Dreamed about her now and then | 
| For I, too, was clairvoyant, | 
| Came about when I was ten | 
| I was fascinated with her | 
| And the things I’d heard about | 
| And I knew some day I’d meet her, | 
| And one day it came about | 
| Well, I know’d that you ‘uz a’comin' | 
| I could feel it in my bones | 
| These old bones have also told me That I won’t be here for long | 
| Did you know that you ‘uz adopted? | 
| Did you know you once’t was mine? | 
| But the county took you from me, | 
| Said I wasn’t right in mind | 
| But I just know’d I had to see you | 
| ‘Fore these bones was laid to rest | 
| So I conjured up a message | 
| It must’a worked, I guess | 
| This gift runs in the family | 
| I know you also know | 
| And I passed this gift on to you | 
| These old bones, they’re just for show | 
| These old bones will tell your story | 
| These old bones will never lie | 
| These old bones will tell you surely | 
| How to live and when you’ll die | 
| These old bones, I shake and rattle | 
| These old bones, I toss and roll | 
| And it’s all in where they scatter | 
| Tells you what the future holds | 
| I held her hand while she was dyin' | 
| And with the funeral through | 
| I headed on back up the mountain | 
| For Billy, Wink and Blue | 
| And that little pouch of burlap | 
| With those bones so worn and old | 
| She give me somethin' special | 
| Now every time I throw | 
| These old bones will tell your story | 
| These old bones will never lie | 
| These old bones will tell you surely | 
| What you can’t see with your eye | 
| These old bones, I shake and rattle | 
| These old bones, I toss and roll | 
| And it’s all in how they scatter | 
| Tells you what the future holds | 
| Now I can’t tell you what you want to hear | 
| I just tell you what I see | 
| It’s these old bones a’talkin' | 
| Blame it on them; | 
| don’t pack it on me | 
| It’s just like that time that there boy died | 
| Up at the sawmill | 
| Well, I know’d who done it, but I never said | 
| And I know’d when somebody is a cheatin' | 
| Or when somebody’s baby was gonna be born dead | 
| But unless somebody just plain out and asked me Well, I just figured there ain’t no point goin' around actin' like you know | 
| everything, just ‘cause you might. | 
| Ah, you know girl I w |