Dead Man’s Pocket :: David Krejci
I took a girl from a dead man's pocketBrought 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. Straight away, she looked so sadbecause the little lady missed her dead man, badShe'd talk about the man that she loveand her face it would flop like a wet woolly glove Gone, gone, might do you some goodIf the one you love is playing for shouldGone, gone might do you some goodIf the one...