Dead Mans Hand - Stampeders

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