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 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 I was born and christened Now I've got my story Mister no need for you to listen It's just a dead man talkin' Once I had a job I had a girl But between our dreams and actions Lies this world In the deep forest Their blood and tears rushed over me All I could feel was the drugs and the shotgun And my fear up inside of me Like a dead man talkin' 'Neath a summer sky my eyes went black Sister I won't ask for forgiveness My sins are all I have Now the clouds above my prison Move slowly across the sky There's a new day comin' And my dreams are full tonight
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Copyright © 1995 Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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