Dead Man’s Pocket :: David Krejci

Dead Man's Pocket

Seven Less Fingers

I took a girl from a dead man’s pocket
Brought her home with a dollar and a locket.
When I found her she was no feet four.
When I lost her she was love feet more.

Seven Less Fingers

Straight away, she looked so sad
because the little lady missed her dead man, bad
She’d talk about the man that she love
and her face it would flop like a wet woolly glove

Seven Less Fingers

Gone, gone, might do you some good
If the one you love is playing for should
Gone, gone might do you some good
If the one you love is playing for should

Seven Less Fingers

Soon we we’re walking in the graveyard
She’d give me a kiss, then cry real hard.
She was to me my own Audrey show
With her Jackie O coat and porcelain glow

Seven Less Fingers

Then one day she said to me
“I could love you so fine, so chemically”
My heart it did climb, like an ape
Flew like Superman til she tore my cape

Seven Less Fingers

Dead, dead won’t do you no good
If the one you love is playing for could
Dead, dead won’t do you no good
If the one you love is playing for could

Seven Less Fingers

I read in the paper about a man that’d died
He wasn’t really dead. He just had lied.
He was harbored by the enormity of his vanity.
She was betrayed by her holey sanity.

Seven Less Fingers

So she went right back to the Dead Man’s Pocket.
I gave her the dollar, but I kept the locket.
Set it in my heart like a talisman
Gave her a kiss and away I ran because

Seven Less Fingers

Gone, Gone, might do me some good
If the one I love is playing for could
Gone, Gone, might do me some good
If the one I love is playing for could

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