Dead Man Walking blues
There's a dead man walking And he's wearing my shoes Dead man walking And he's playing the blues. There's a dead man walking And he's wearing my shirt Dead man…
There's a dead man walking And he's wearing my shoes Dead man walking And he's playing the blues. There's a dead man walking And he's wearing my shirt Dead man…
I had written him a letter which I had, for want of better Knowledge, sent to where I met him down the Lachlan, years ago, He was shearing when I…
Softly and humbly to the Gulf of Arabs The convoys of dead sailors come; At night they sway and wander in the waters far under, But morning rolls them in…