"Dead Man's Hand" lyrics - THE 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.