Bridge Bit
I got dead man's rod dead man's reel
Dead man's tuxedo with a lived in feel
Dead man's desk and a dead man's chair
No I ain't dead yet, but I'm getting 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
tried all of it 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
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
I ain't dead yet, I got a little more time
I read a dead man's will, cashed a dead man's cheque
Tied a dead man's neck tie round my neck
I wrecked a dead man's car, I sank a dead man's boat
I said a dead man's pray another dead man wrote
Played a dead man's guitar, sang a dead man's song
I guess you'll starting to wonder how long will this go on
It's almost over, when its sung done and said
I'll sleep dream and die in a dead man's bed