Lyrics Dead Mans Hand - Stampeders

Dead Mans Hand

Come on people, take a look around
Watch the old devil gonna gain no ground
And all you people, who don’t give a damn
You’re playing a dead man’s hand
Hey you rich man, lying in the sun
Yeah you the one making money from the guns
You’re getting fat killing poor man’s sons
You’re playing a dead man’s hand
Old St Peter just sits and waits
Tricks won’t open them pearly gates
When your judgment day rolls around
Devil gonna drag you down
Hey you people, nose in the air
Yeah you who judge by the length of his hair
You want an army, then you’d better treat him fair
Or you’re playing a dead man’s hand
Old St Peter just sits and waits
Tricks won’t open them pearly gates
When your judgment day rolls around
Devil gonna drag you down
Hey you people, thick and thin
All you who judge by the colour of his skin;
If you can’t learn to judge from within
You’re playing a dead man’s hand
Old St Peter just sits and waits
Tricks won’t open them pearly gates
When your judgment day rolls around
Devil gonna drag you down