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