There's a man who walks beside me; he is who I used to be
And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me
And I wonder who she's pinin' for on nights I'm not around
Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down?

I was rougher than the timber shippin' out of Fond du Lac
When I headed south at seventeen, the sheriff on my back
I'd never held a lover in my arms or in my gaze
So I found another victim every couple days

But the night I fell in love with her, I made my weakness known
Through the fighters and the farmers diggin' dusty fields alone
The jealous innuendos of the lonely-hearted men
Let me know what kind of country I was sleeping in

Well, you couldn't stay a loner on the plains before the war
When my neighbors took to slightin' me, I had to ask what for
Rumors of my wickedness had reached our little town
Soon she'd heard about the boys I used to hang around

We'd robbed a Great Lakes freighter, killed a couple men aboard
When I told her, her eyes flickered like the sharp steel of a sword
All the things that she'd suspected, I'd expected her to fear
Was the truth that drew her to me when I landed here

There's a man who walks beside me; he is who I used to be
And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me
And I wonder who she's pinin' for on nights I'm not around
Could it be the man who did the things I'm living down?
Well, I carved her cross from live oak and her box from shortleaf pine
And buried her so deep, she touched the water table line
I picked up what I needed, and I headed south again
To myself I wondered, would I ever find another friend?

There's a man who walks beside her; he is who I used to be
And I wonder if she sees him and confuses him with me