The Dead

It’s kinda weird
When I stop to consider
The dead always know
Where I am.

Ain’t no use to hide
‘Cuz the dead got eyes
Can see everywhere
So it don’t much matter a damn.

I’m fixin’ to stand
Up tall and brave
And not pay the dead
No never mind.

It ain’t as if the dead
Got legs
Though I don’t mean
To treat them unkind.

Please give the dead
My best regards.
I don’t mean them
No harm.

Got a rabbit’s foot
In my pocket
And a garlic pouch
For a charm.