The Shroud Has No Pockets

If you’re a holy-rollin’ man, raise up your hands
If you’re a holy-rollin’ man, raise up your hands
And teach your children to do the best they can

I’m gonna tell my Mama, the things I’ve done
Gonna tell my Mama, the things I’ve done
And I loved me a woman, and she’s the only one

Now you’ve got your diamonds, and I got my guns
You’ve got your diamonds, and I got my guns
And I’ve loved me a woman, and you’re the only one

Oh the shroud has no pockets, for silver or gold
The shroud has no pockets, for silver or gold
I’m gonna spend my money before it gets too old

I’m a holy-rollin’ man, I raise up my hands
I’m a holy-rollin’ man, I raise up my hands
And I teach my children to do the best they can
Yeah I teach my children to do the best they can

© Gordon 2019

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