Dead Man

Got a dead man's rod and a dead man’s reel Dead man's tuxedo with a lived in feel At a dead man's desk in a dead man’s chair No, I ain't dead yet, but I'm gettin' there From a dead man's closet I got a dead man's belt A pair of bedroom slippers - worn out was how they felt And an old tweed jacket with patched elbows Dress rehearsal in a dead man's clothes Yeah, I walked a mile in a dead man's shoes Paid off a dead man’s debts and all his union dues Slept with a dead man’s widow, took in a dead man's kid Whatever I could was all I did I wore a dead man’s pants with a dead man's shirt I tried it all on - hell, it couldn't hurt Clothes make the man, so it's been said But a man sports a shroud when he’s buried and he's dead I tried a dead man's hat on and it hurt my head Replayed an outgoing message, the last words he said I got a dead man's watch, ain't no big crime 'Cause I ain't dead yet - I got a little more time I read a dead man's will, I cashed a dead man's check Tied a dead man's necktie around my neck I wrecked a dead man's car, I sank a dead man's boat I said a dead man's prayer another dead man wrote I played a dead man's guitar, I sang a dead man's song I guess you're all startin' to wonder how long will this go on? Well it's almost over, when it's all done and said I'll sleep, dream, and die in a dead man's bed