I was born with a heart made of copper and gold
I polished it down so I would not grow old
But the rains they come under rot blackened skies
And they wither my heart despite all I try

Shadow of death, it is trailing me
It haunts me on land and it haunts me on sea
Try as I might I just can't get away
It'll haunt me until it kills me one day

My wife is my darlin' and I am her man
As much as I love her she don't understand
That the ways of the world are not always kind
And the weight of the world is a burden at times

I talk to the devil when I'm down in the hole
He always says that he owns my soul
But no matter how much that I beg or I plead
That the day that I die, he'll come take it from me

So I leave you this heart made of copper and gold
May it be yours until you grow old
And if the rains ever come, and anger you seize
Will you polish that heart and then think of me?
Will you polish that heart and then think of me?