Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Pockets in a Shroud, artist - The Rumjacks. Date of issue: 05.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Pockets in a Shroud |
| I’d bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss |
| Tho they say the coin that can’t be found’s the coin that can’t be lost |
| If you’d spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold |
| I’ll regale you with the greatest story never told |
| You’ll catch us in the 5am parade o' the living dead |
| Long before the sun has taken up its post above yer head |
| All ordinary heroes, sweatin' is our trade |
| The type that never get to see the money that we’ve made |
| No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud |
| Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud |
| Yer riches and yer trappin’s, I fear they’re not allowed |
| Ye cannae take 'em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud |
| I’ve the perfect medicine to help restore yer sight |
| Kick off yer heels and corporate deals m’darlin we’re alright |
| And loosen that white collar man and come pull up a seat |
| Among the dirty, filthy, stinkin' richest folk you’d ever meet |
| No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud |
| Let’s leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud |
| Yer riches and yer trappin’s, I fear they’re not allowed |
| Ye cannae take 'em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud |
| My teacher Bobby Mitchell used to flog me through the years |
| How I swore I’d take that leather strap and wrap it 'round his ears |
| 'Til I saw him walkin' with a cane, it chilled me to the bone |
| He got the drinks and then me thinks I got him safely home |
| No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud |
| Let’s leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud |
| Yer riches and yer trappin’s, I fear they’re not allowed |
| Ye cannae take 'em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud |
| No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud |
| Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud |
| Yer riches and yer trappin’s, I fear they’re not allowed |
| Ye cannae take 'em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud |