The Rumjacks - No Pockets In A Shroud - аккорды

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[Verse 1:]

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


[Verse 2:]

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


[Chorus:]

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


[Verse 3:]

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 I've the perfect medicine to help restore yer sight,
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 Kick off yer heels & corporate deals m'darlin we're alright,
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 And loosen that white collar man and come pull up a seat,
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 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,
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 Leave yer old regrets behind, no pockets in a shroud,
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 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]
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[Verse 4]

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 My teacher Bobby Mitchell, used to flog me through the years,
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 How I swore I'd take that leather strap and wrap it 'round his ears,
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 'Til I saw him walkin' with a cane, it chilled me to the bone,
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 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]

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 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]
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[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!