Am
The leather souls come… shufflin’ in… stinkin’ of smoke, and ten cent gin
G Am
Now who will toast our noble host, who has this mornin’ given up the ghost
Am
The wooden coffer… hand to hand… kind words are offered… silent prayers
G Am
But she is satisfied the most, while stabbing madly at the roast
Chorus:
Am G D Am
The rib of Adam… the eyes of Eve… the sons of Cain will receive no reprieve
Am G D Am
The rib of Adam… the eyes of Eve… the sons of Cain will receive no reprieve
Am
The creditor rides… with his men… the death of debtors… he won’t forgive
G Am
They repossess his silver eyes, now in the potter’s field he lies
Chorus:
Am G D Am
The rib of Adam… the eyes of Eve… the sons of Cain will receive no reprieve
Am G D Am
The rib of Adam… the eyes of Eve… the sons of Cain will receive no reprieve
Bridge:
Am G Am
Waiting for a dead man’s shoes… have you heard the latest news
Am G Am
Lazarus is back from the dead… lookin’ as one would expect
Am G Am
Dippin’ with the waters of Sheol… babblin’ ‘bout body and soul
Am G Am
And then he found his wife in their bed… buck naked and already wed
Am
The tax collector… beneath his sheets… the door swings open… floor boards creak
G Am
Now who will toast our noble host, who has this mornin’ given up the ghost
Chorus:
Am G D Am
The rib of Adam… the eyes of Eve… the sons of Cain will receive no reprieve
Am G D Am
The rib of Adam… the eyes of Eve… the sons of Cain will receive no reprieve
Am G D Am
The rib of Adam… the eyes of Eve… the sons of Cain will receive no reprieve
Am G D Am
The rib of Adam… the eyes of Eve… the sons of Cain will receive, will receive
G G G C Am
will receive…
