No Pockets In A Shroud

[Intro:]Dm  C  Dm  Bb  C  Dm  

C  Bb  C Dm


[Verse 1:]

    Dm                         
I’d bet you heads or tails if I 
       C              Dm
could find a coin to toss,
         Dm                        
Tho they say the coin that can’t be
             Bb                
 found’s the coin that can’t be 
 C
lost,
          Dm                       
 If you’d spare a coin old stranger
       C
 for a pint o liquid gold,
Bb                                 
 I’ll regale you with the greatest 
C           Dm
story never told.


[Verse 2:]

        Dm                    
 You’ll catch us in the 5 a.m. 
   C                  Dm
parade o’ the living dead,
        Dm                       
 Long before the sun has taken up 
     Bb             C
its post above yer head,
     Dm               C
 All ordinary heroes, sweatin’ is 
our trade,
     Bb                            
 The type that never get to see the
 C                Dm
 money that we’ve made.


[Chorus:]

    Dm                             
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no
 C
 pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no 
Bb           C
pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I 
C
fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                             
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye theres 
   C            Dm
no pockets in a shroud!


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[Verse 3:]

Dm                            C  
 I’ve the perfect medicine to 
              Dm
help restore yer sight,
      Dm                           
 Kick off yer heels & corporate
     Bb             C
 deals m’darlin we’re alright,
     Dm                          
 And loosen that white collar man 
     C
and come pull up a seat,
           Bb                      
 Among the dirty, filthy, stinkin’ 
        C               Dm
richest folk you’d ever meet,


[Chorus:]

    Dm                             
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no
 C
 pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no 
Bb           C
pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I 
C
fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                             
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s
    C            Dm
 no pockets in a shroud!

[Instrumental]
Dm C Dm Dm C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm 

 Dm  C  Dm Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  

Dm  Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm

[Verse 4]

    Dm                             
 My teacher Bobby Mitchell, used to
 C                   Dm
 flog me through the years,
       Dm                          
 How I swore I’d take that leather 
          Bb
strap and wrap it ‘round his ears,
        Dm                         
 ‘Til I saw him walkin’ with a 
     C
cane, it chilled me to the bone,
    Bb                             
 He got the drinks and then 
    C              Dm
methinks I got him safely home.


[Chorus]

    Dm                             
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no
              C
 pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no 
Bb           C
pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I 
C
fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                             
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s
    C            Dm
 no pockets in a shroud!


[Coda]

    Dm                             
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no
              C
 pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no 
Bb           C
pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I 
C
fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                             
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s
    C            Dm
 no pockets in a shroud!

[Instrumental]
Dm C Dm Dm C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm 

 Dm  C  Dm Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  

Dm  Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm

[Chorus]

    Dm                             
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no
              C
 pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no 
Bb           C
pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I 
C
fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                             
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s
    C            Dm
 no pockets in a shroud!