No Pockets In A Shroud

The Rumjacks

Tom original: Dm Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 3
Dm

Intro:

Dm  C  Dm  Bb  C  Dm  C  Bb  C Dm

Verse 1:

    Dm                                C              Dm
I’d bet you heads or tails if I could find a coin to toss,
         Dm                                     Bb                 C
Tho they say the coin that can’t be found’s the coin that can’t be lost,
          Dm                              C
 If you’d spare a coin old stranger for a pint o liquid gold,
Bb                                 C           Dm
 I’ll regale you with the greatest story never told.

Verse 2:

        Dm                       C                  Dm
 You’ll catch us in the 5 a.m. parade o’ the living dead,
        Dm                            Bb             C
 Long before the sun has taken up its post above yer head,
     Dm               C
 All ordinary heroes, sweatin’ is our trade,
     Bb                             C                Dm
 The type that never get to see the money that we’ve made.

Chorus:

    Dm                              C
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               Bb           C
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           C
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                                C            Dm
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye theres no pockets in a shroud!

Verse 3:

Dm                            C                Dm
 I’ve the perfect medicine to help restore yer sight,
      Dm                                Bb             C
 Kick off yer heels & corporate deals m’darlin we’re alright,
     Dm                               C
 And loosen that white collar man and come pull up a seat,
           Bb                              C               Dm
 Among the dirty, filthy, stinkin’ richest folk you’d ever meet,

Chorus:

    Dm                              C
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               Bb           C
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           C
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                                 C            Dm
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!

Instrumental

Dm C Dm Dm C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm

Verse 4

    Dm                              C                   Dm
 My teacher Bobby Mitchell, used to flog me through the years,
       Dm                                    Bb
 How I swore I’d take that leather strap and wrap it ‘round his ears,
        Dm                              C
 ‘Til I saw him walkin’ with a cane, it chilled me to the bone,
    Bb                                 C              Dm
 He got the drinks and then methinks I got him safely home.

Chorus

    Dm                                           C
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               Bb           C
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           C
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                                 C            Dm
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!

Coda

    Dm                                           C
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               Bb           C
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           C
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                                 C            Dm
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!

Instrumental

Dm C Dm Dm C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm  Dm  C  Dm

Chorus

    Dm                                           C
 No pockets in a shroud we sing, no pockets in a shroud,
 Dm                               Bb           C
 Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
     Dm                           C
 Yer riches,  yer trappin’s oh, I fear they’re not allowed,
    Bb                                 C            Dm
 Ye cannae take ‘em with ye there’s no pockets in a shroud!
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