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 walking
And he’s feeling my hurt.
There’s a dead man walking
And he’s wearing my hair
Dead man walking
He don’t want to care
There’s a dead man walking
He looks through my eyes
Dead man walking
See’s no sunny skies
There’s a dead man walking
And he’s wearing my skin
Knows where I come from
Don’t care where I’ve been
© Rae Allen
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