| Song | Ballad of a Deadman |
| Artist | Steve Jansen |
| Album | Slope |
| 作曲 : Jansen, Sylvain | |
| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
| Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
| Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
| There are places in the damp Northwest where | |
| The bodies lie down head to feet | |
| There were losses in the California sunshine | |
| Tell you stories that you can’t repeat | |
| In the winter when the valley’s flooded | |
| Those were times where the rooms were cheap | |
| The summer dirt lines the corner’s of your pockets | |
| I’m still buried there ten feet deep | |
| Papa don’t place this curse on me | |
| Heaven knows I can’t use it | |
| Papa don’t place this stone on me | |
| Mama there’s no future in it | |
| We travel on the back roads lightly | |
| Through Castle City and through the hills beyond | |
| Me and Joan on the Sacramento | |
| Me and Joan this is where we’re from | |
| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
| Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
| Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
| Papa don’t place this curse on me | |
| Heaven knows I can’t use it | |
| Papa don’t place this curse on me | |
| Mama there’s no future in it | |
| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
| Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
| Oh honey take me out I’m a deadman | |
| Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
| Oh honey where’s the colours of the springtime? | |
| The pale green of an organdy dress | |
| Her shadow grows in the California sunshine | |
| But nothing else in the south south-west |
| zuò qǔ : Jansen, Sylvain | |
| Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
| Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
| Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
| Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
| There are places in the damp Northwest where | |
| The bodies lie down head to feet | |
| There were losses in the California sunshine | |
| Tell you stories that you can' t repeat | |
| In the winter when the valley' s flooded | |
| Those were times where the rooms were cheap | |
| The summer dirt lines the corner' s of your pockets | |
| I' m still buried there ten feet deep | |
| Papa don' t place this curse on me | |
| Heaven knows I can' t use it | |
| Papa don' t place this stone on me | |
| Mama there' s no future in it | |
| We travel on the back roads lightly | |
| Through Castle City and through the hills beyond | |
| Me and Joan on the Sacramento | |
| Me and Joan this is where we' re from | |
| Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
| Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
| Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
| Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
| Papa don' t place this curse on me | |
| Heaven knows I can' t use it | |
| Papa don' t place this curse on me | |
| Mama there' s no future in it | |
| Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
| Oh baby bake me something sweet | |
| Oh honey take me out I' m a deadman | |
| Oh baby give me bread to eat | |
| Oh honey where' s the colours of the springtime? | |
| The pale green of an organdy dress | |
| Her shadow grows in the California sunshine | |
| But nothing else in the south southwest |