Low down women, better watch you step.
Triflinâ men, I got to put you help.
For death is on your track, honest thatâs a fact.
Walk the straight and narrow, or death is on your track, death is on your track.
Crooked dice and your crooked cards,
Will get you slaughtered, let me warn you pards,
Yes, death is on your track, and honest thatâs a fact.
Grim reaperâs waiting, for death is on your track, death is on your track.
Miss Tilly Jones with her 44, chasinâ her sweet man out of the door.
Cryin,â âdeath is on your track, honest thatâs the fact.
I caught you cheating, death is on your track, death is on your track.â
Got a razor nice and sharp, youâll soon be playing on the angelâs harp.
âCause death is on your track, honest thatâs a fact.
You better start prayin,â death is on your track, death is on your track.
You better stop drinkinâ this rotten booze, or youâll be in your coffin full of screws.
For death is on your track, and you will be dressed in black,
In six feet of ground, death is on your track, death is on your track.
Railroad porter is never gone, donât let him catch you with a party on.
âCause death is on your track, yes if he comes back.
There will be a funeral, for death is on your track, death is on your track.
Death will surely get you, anywhere.
Rich or poor, black, old, death donât care.
Death is on your track, and you canât turn him back.
Youâd better pay attention, death is on your track, death is on your track.