Dead Mans Hand

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Yellow lines in the dead of the night, I was heading back out west.
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Trying to keep my eyes open wide, I'd gone days without any rest.
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Saw him lying in the road looking bad about 20 yards ahead.
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You come back from a trip to the east but you don't come back from the dead.

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Sure as hell he was dead as they come and he was already starting to smell.
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Just a kid with his hair slicked back and a knife tucked into his belt.
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Was he unforgiven or just tired of living a life that never felt like his?
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Though I was was worn and weary, I thought I'd bury him
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and lay his soul to rest out in the desert night.

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I laid him down in a grave in the sand
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and he grabbed my arm with his dead man's hand.
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He said: "I know I'm dead but I don't wanna lie
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in a grave out here where the coyote's cry.
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I stared right into the endless void
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and I ain't going back if I got any choice.
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I know how to live, I don't know how to die
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and there ain't no thrills in the afterlife.
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So lift me up out of here my friend
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and I'll wander the night 'til the ages end."
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Lit by the moon he walked through the sand
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and he waved goodbye with his dead man's hand.

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He will roam forever, haunting the desert.
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He will roam forever, haunting the desert.

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