- Transcribed by tiouz
Instruments : Guitar G Now you rich people listen to me D Weep and wail over the miseries C G That are coming, coming up on you G Your riches have rotted away D And your clothes have been eaten by moth C Your gold and silver G Is covered with rust G And this rust will be witness against you D And eat up your flesh like fire C You have piled up your riches G In these last days C But heads a go roll down Sandy Gully G One of these days C Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully G That's what Marcus says