Pocket Full Of Gold

He slipped the ring off his finger, when he walked in the room

And he found him some stranger, and promised her the moon

How many lies, you must have told

You think you’re a rich man, with a pocket full of gold

For another man’s treasure, you’d say anything

But is one night of pleasure worth the trouble you’ll bring

Don’t look so surprised, ’cause son I should know

I once was a rich man with a pocket full of gold

Some night you’re gonna wind up on the wrong end of a gun

Some jealous guy’s gonna show up

And you’ll pay for what you’ve done

What will it say on your tombstone

Here lies a rich man, with his pocket full of gold

Yeah, here lies a rich man, with his pocket full of gold