Dead Man's Pocket

Side of the road came with him

He was covered in blood-dried sand

Never knew who he was or where he was from

I was checking the dead man's pockets

I was checking the dead man's brains

I was checking the dead man's pockets

With the law's man calling my name

Somebody out there done hit him

With the blood on his hands still stained

He covered his tracks

And he stole what was left

Inside of the dead man's pockets

Inside of the dead man's pockets

He stole all of the dead man's change

And he's gonna ride that train

Well, I started to go back yonder

On nothing but a deviled egg

A little match in the rain

To find what was left

Inside of the dead man's pockets

Inside of the dead man's pockets

Inside of the dead man's pockets

Colorado, Colorado

I'm going home

Under a sign he's buried

'Neath the dirt of the byway sand

Never knew who he was or where he was from

I was checking the dead man's pockets

I was checking the dead man's pockets

I was checking the dead man's pockets

With the law's man callin' my name

With the law's man callin' my name

With the law's man callin' my name

With the law's man callin' my name

With the law's man callin' my name

With the law's man callin' my name

With the law's man callin' my name