There's a pale horse comin' I'm gonna ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walkin' I'm a dead man walkin' In St. James Parish
silver Restin' on my night table It's just me lord, pray I'm able Darlin, with this kiss Say you understand I am, the nothing man I am, the nothing man
man's man's job Lovin' you's a man's job baby Lovin' you's a man's job Lovin' you's a man's job baby Lovin' you's a man's job Well now his kisses
a real man Feelin' like a real man Well you can beat on your chest Hell any monkey can But you got me feelin' like a real man Oh feelin' like a real man
Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road He walked lookin' over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code When something caught his eye he'd
don't understand All I can think of is being five years old following behind you at the beach Tracing your footprints in the sand Trying to walk like a man
There's a pale horse coming And I'm going to ride it I'll rise in the morning My fate decided I'm a dead man walking I'm a dead man walking In st james
Saigon Snow's fallin' all across the Michigan line Well she sits by the lights of the Christmas tree With the radio softly on Thinkin' how a good man
the wheel of this car I'm a lucky man Messin' with me, man, it wouldn't be wise Roll them dice, son . . . snake eyes I'm a lucky man Had a girl in
to be the man at the top. Well, name your gun, son, shoot your shot. Everybody wants to be the man at the top. Now rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
a called in that jury and a one two three said 'part man part monkey, definitely' Well the church bell rings from the corner steeple Man in a monkey
man of her She wants a man of her Ricky wants a man of her own She's almost grown Ricky wants a man of her She wants a man of her Ricky wants a man of
;. The undercover cop was found face down in a field, The monkey man was on the river bridge, using tweeter as a shield. Jan said to the monkey man, &
Vibes man in the alley, play me your spitball serenade, And a deeper blue and you'll be playing in your grave. Save your notes, spend them on your blues
that your vigilante man? Well tell me why does a vigilante man Tell me why does a vigilante man Carry that club in his hands Would he beat an innocent man
silver Restin' on my night table It's just me Lord, pray I'm able Darlin, with this kiss Say you understand I am, the nothing man I am, the nothing man
wants to be the man at the top Aim your gun, son, and shoot your shot Everybody wants to be the man at the top Rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief
