No Pockets in a Shroud - The Rumjacks

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