I’d ^Dmbet you heads or tails if I could ^Cfind a coin to ^Dmtoss, Tho they ^Dmsay the coin that can’t be found’s the ^Bbcoin that can’t be ^Clost, If you’d ^Dmspare a coin old stranger for a ^Cpint o liquid gold, ^Bb I’ll regale you with the greatest ^Cstory never ^Dmtold.

You’ll ^Dmcatch us in the 5 a.m. pa^Crade o’ the living ^Dmdead, Long be^Dmfore the sun has taken up its ^Bbpost above yer ^Chead, All ^Dmordinary heroes, ^Csweatin’ is our trade, The ^Bbtype that never get to see the ^Cmoney that we’ve ^Dmmade.

No ^Dmpockets in a shroud we sing, no ^Cpockets in a shroud, ^DmLeave yer old regrets behind, no ^Bbpockets in a ^Cshroud, Yer ^Dmriches, yer trappin’s oh, I ^Cfear they’re not allowed, Ye ^Bbcannae take ‘em with ye theres no ^Cpockets in a ^Dmshroud!

^Dm I’ve the perfect medicine to ^Chelp restore yer ^Dmsight, Kick ^Dmoff yer heels & corporate deals m’^Bbdarlin we’re al^Cright, And ^Dmloosen that white collar man and ^Ccome pull up a seat, Among the ^Bbdirty, filthy, stinkin’ richest ^Cfolk you’d ever ^Dmmeet,

No ^Dmpockets in a shroud we sing, no ^Cpockets in a shroud, ^DmLeave yer old regrets behind, no ^Bbpockets in a ^Cshroud, Yer ^Dmriches, yer trappin’s oh, I ^Cfear they’re not allowed, Ye ^Bbcannae take ‘em with ye there’s no ^Cpockets in a ^Dmshroud!

My ^Dmteacher Bobby Mitchell, used to ^Cflog me through the ^Dmyears, How I ^Dmswore I’d take that leather strap and ^Bbwrap it ‘round his ears, ‘Til I ^Dmsaw him walkin’ with a cane, it ^Cchilled me to the bone, He ^Bbgot the drinks and then methinks I ^Cgot him safely ^Dmhome.

No ^Dmpockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a ^Cshroud, ^DmLeave yer old regrets behind, no ^Bbpockets in a ^Cshroud, Yer ^Dmriches, yer trappin’s oh, I ^Cfear they’re not allowed, Ye ^Bbcannae take ‘em with ye there’s no ^Cpockets in a ^Dmshroud!

The Rumjacks - No pockets in a shroud