Lyrics:
to ignite
So I went in for a closer look
She said, drop a little trouble in my pocketbook
She's really got me on a hook
And one kiss is all it took
One hell
a medal, I'm a hero (breakout!)
I've got an id, I've got an ego (breakdown!)
I've got pocketbook, no dough (no dollars, no!)
Just a post-war shock job!
plenty of money good people
All my friends are all gathered around
But as soon as my pocketbook is empty
Not a friend on this earth can be found
Come
your bags
Damaged goods and no, no receipt
And no receipt
Pocketbooks and credit slips
Day-Glo patterns, an old man trips
It's out of all inconvenience
motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
A big bad
reached down in her pocketbook
And up with a long forty-four
She shot once, twice, three times
And Johnny fell on the hard wood floor
Oh, he was a man
open pocketbook
Giving you away like motel matches
I wake with the siren in an emergency
Though your mind is full of love
In your eyes there is
and stars above
Nobody seems to want me
Or to lend a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco
Heading back to Dixieland
My pocketbook is empty
My heart
or lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco goin' back to Dixie Land
My pocketbook is empty my heart is full of pain
I'm a thousand miles away from
motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die)
As I sit back and look when I used to be a crook
Doing whatever it took from snatching chains to pocketbooks
A big bad
or to lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco going back to Dixie Land
Though my pocketbook is empty and my heart is full of pain
I'm a thousand miles
to want me or to lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco going back to Dixie Land
Though my pocketbook is empty and my heart is full of pain
I'm
pocketbook is empty
My old heart is filled with pain
I'm a thousand miles away from home
And I'm waitin' for a train
plenty of money, good people
My friends are all standing around
Just as soon as my pocketbook is empty
Not a friend on this earth can be found
The last
mornin, I had an achin' head.
My gold watch and my pocketbook and the lady friend had fled.
Now dressed in the lady's apron, I wandered most forlorn
'Till
seems to want me or lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco goin' back to Dixie Land
My pocketbook is empty my heart is full of pain
I'm
seems to want me or lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco goin' back to Dixie Land
My pocketbook is empty my heart is full of pain
I'm
Glancing at his pocketbook, inflation is alive
I (I) stand tall (stand tall), let me talk (let me talk), let me talk, yeah
I (I) stand tall (stand tall),
side
When that Judge give
You that dirty look
You may as well put your
Money in momma's pocketbook
That's why it's cheaper to keep her
(It's
Nobody seems to want me nor to lend me a helping hand
I'm on my way from Frisco headin' back to Dixie Land
My pocketbook is empty my heart is willed
Glancing at his pocketbook, inflation is alive
I (I) stand tall (stand tall), let me talk (let me talk), let me talk, yeah
I (I) stand tall (stand tall),
walkin'
Say what?
Um-hm. And you know even that failed
Now how can a walk fail, Ray?
Because some man snatched a woman's pocketbook way across
around
It was love with just one look
When she saw the size of his pocketbook
Oh Sally's doin' fine
She's up in Mississippi tonight
But there's
Glancing at his pocketbook, inflation is alive
I stand tall, let me talk
I stand tall, let me talk
Miss Sophisticated, your nose up in the air
Trying
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