I’ve seen men build their kingdoms Board by board and stone by stone Counting up their blessings Like they’d never leave alone Keys hanging on their belt loops Wallet thick with pride Talking like forever Was something they could buy But there’s no pockets in a coffin No safe behind the grave No truck, no land, no dollar No power left to save You can stack it to the ceiling You can guard it like a king But there’s no pockets in a coffin You don’t take a single thing I’ve walked past polished headstones Names carved deep and wide All the deals and handshakes Buried right beside The watch still ticks in someone’s drawer The house still stands in place But none of it went with him When they closed that case There’s no pockets in a coffin No briefcase in the ground No title deed or treasure When the dirt comes down You can fight for every inch You can wear a diamond ring But there’s no pockets in a coffin You don’t take a single thing If all we leave is memory And the weight of how we lived Then maybe what we’re chasing Ain’t the thing that we should give I’ve spent my share on foolish pride Held tight to what I’d earned But none of it will matter When my name’s the one that’s carved There’s no pockets in a coffin No ledger you can bring No final negotiation No last-minute offering Just the echo of your kindness Or the hurt you chose to bring Yeah, there’s no pockets in a coffin You don’t take a single thing When they lay me down in pinewood Under dirt and sky I hope I leave more love behind Than things I couldn’t buy ’Cause there’s no pockets in a coffin
