Song Description

a buried man's lament of the past

Lyrics

don't you know, i'm a sharp dressed man
the devil himself, you know he'll understand

i'm a lady killer, that's what the paper wrote
had me hanging, dead and buried, before the jury vote

judge told the jury a pack a lies
goes to show, even a good man dies

lyin here, in this cold cold bed
don't believe what the witness said

here come my baby, flowers in her hand
she come to see me, her sharp dressed man

spirit come and take me right out of the ground
before she get here, can't see her lookin down

don't you know, i'm a sharp dressed man
the devil himself, you know he'll understand