Dead Man’s Blues
Words and music by David McMillan
© 2007 Gold Tooth Music, BMI
Don’t feel sorry for that man, brother
He’s lyin’ in a bed he didn’t have to choose
A howl last night woke him up to discover
He’s walkin’ around in a dead man blues
He turned his back on all rhyme and reason
He’s now been charged to pay his dues
His actions have revealed his true treason
He’s walkin’ around in a dead man’s blues
Don’t stare at him or he’ll try to read your mind
Don’t cross his path or touch his shoes
He’ll scar your soul and he’ll rob you blind
He’s walkin’ around in a dead man’s blues
The hounds of hell no longer chase him
They turned tail when they heard the news
But he gets restless when the lights grow dim
Just walkin’ around in a dead man’s blues
He gets crazy when others find him boring
It’s such a shame he hasn’t got a clue
His imitations are quite absorbing
But he’s walkin’ around in a dead man’s blues
Don’t stare at him or he’ll try to read your mind
Don’t cross his path or touch his shoes
He’ll scar your soul and he’ll rob you blind
He’s walkin’ around in those dead man’s shoes
From the CD titled Scattered on Cool Groove Records CD 106
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