[Intro:]DmCDmBbCDmCBbCDm
[Verse 1:]
DmCDm
I’d bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss,
DmBbC
Tho they say the coin that can’t be found’s the coin that can’t be lost,
DmC
If you’d spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold,
BbCDm
I’ll regale you with the greatest story never told.
[Verse 2:]
DmCDm
You’ll catch us in the 5 a.m. parade o’ the living dead,
DmBbC
Long before the sun has taken up its post above yer head,
DmC
All ordinary heroes, sweatin’ is our trade,
BbCDm
The type that never get to see the money that we’ve made.
[Chorus:]
DmC
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
DmBbC
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
DmC
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
BbCDm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye theres no pockets in a shroud!
[Verse 3:]
DmCDm
I’ve the perfect medicine to help restore yer sight,
DmBbC
Kick off yer heels & corporate deals m’darlin we’re alright,
DmC
And loosen that white collar man and come pull up a seat,
BbCDm
Among the dirty, filthy, stinkin’ richest folk you’d ever meet,
[Chorus:]
DmC
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
DmBbC
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
DmC
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
BbCDm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 4]
DmCDm
My teacher Bobby Mitchell, used to flog me through the years,
DmBb
How I swore I’d take that leather strap and wrap it ‘round his ears,
DmC
‘Til I saw him walkin’ with a cane, it chilled me to the bone,
BbCDm
He got the drinks and then methinks I got him safely home.
[Chorus]
DmC
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
DmBbC
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
DmC
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
BbCDm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Coda]
DmC
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
DmBbC
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
DmC
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
BbCDm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
[Instrumental]
DmCDmDmCDmDmCDmDmCDmDmCDmDmCDmDmCDmDmCDm
[Chorus]
DmC
No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
DmBbC
Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
DmC
Yer riches, yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
BbCDm
Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!