Bruce SpringsteenDead Man Walking

There’s a pale horse comingAnd I’m going to ride itI’ll rise in the morningMy fate decidedI’m a dead man walkingI’m a dead man walkingIn st james’ parish I was born and christenedI’ve got my story misterAin’t no need for you to listenIt’s just a dead man talkingOnce I had a job I had a a girlBetween our dreams and actions lies this worldIn the deep forest their blood and tears rushed over meAll I could feel was the drugs and the shotgunAnd my fear up inside of meLike a dead man talkin’’neath the summer sky my eyes went blackSister I won’t ask for forgivenessMy sins are all I haveNow the clouds above my prisonmove slowly across the skyThere’s a new dayComing and my dreams are full to-night © 2018