Dyin’ Man
Widespread Panic

So long, baby since you’ve been gone
I’m a dyin’ man, I’m a dyin’ man

Don’t ever tell a dyin’ man
You never meant to shoot him down
Yeah, don’t do no good to tell a dyin’ man
You never meant to shoot him down
Now, all my friends and relatives, they’ve been tellin’ me
Don’t come around, don’t come around, don’t come around no more
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