DEAD MAN SMILE words & music by Lenny Solomon

© L. Solomon 2003

I woke up the sky was grey, I needed to get away

Dishes piled in the sink, garbage stunk for half a week

Paid the dues I’m gunna pay, gotta find a better way

Packed my bags to find sunshine, down the Mason-Dixon line

She had that certain look

That certain sense of style

That could make a captain cook

Or make a dead man smile

I went off to hitch a ride, when she stopped, said come inside

My words hung below my mouth, when she said she’s headin’ south

I felt cool, I asked her name, she just laughed, said call her Fame

I know love, don’t have limits, but I just wanted fifteen minutes

She had that certain look

That certain sense of style

That could make a captain cook

Or make a dead man smile

The top was down, music played, was this real or a charade

Her perfume filled my head, I felt both alive and dead

I closed my eyes to catch a wink, but soon was in a deeper sleep

When I woke, at the break of day, I looked at her, and I did say

You’ve got that certain look

That certain sense of style

That could make this captain cook

Or make a dead man smile

She drove on for many miles, I just stared at her profile

Then she stopped, said go or stay, the choice is yours either way

I said yes, without delay, she became my wife that day

Now we’re cookin’ all the time, down the Mason-Dixon line

She had that certain look

That certain sense of style

That could made this captain cook

And made this dead man smile