Lyrics:
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh, oh whoa
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh.
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break me.
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh, oh whoa
Do what you want, but you're never gonna
yeah
But it ain't never gonna end, no, that's right
He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn
What fate awaits the machine-gun man?
Well, he ain't
yellow-bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope
Money for rope
No short-haired,
I don't worry
Whenever skies are gray above
Got a pocketful of rainbows
Got a heart full of love
Mister Heartache
I've found a way to make him leave
may come and tap you on the shoulder
Some starless night
Just in case you feel you wanna hold her
You'll have a pocketful of starlight
Catch a falling
Yes I said, go bring me my shotgun, go and bring me back some shells
Yes I said go bring me my shotgun, go and bring me back a pocketful of shells
Yes I said, go bring me my shotgun, go and bring me back some shells
Yes I said go bring me my shotgun, go and bring me back a pocketful of shells
yeah
But it ain't never gonna end, no, that's right
He's a pocketful of hate that don't give a damn
What fate awaits the machine-gun man?
Well, he ain't
on Broadway
Even if it ain't all it seems, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing
on Broadway
Even if it ain't all it seems, I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing
bellied, son of Tricky Dicky
Is gonna mother Hubbard soft soap me
With just a pocketful of hope
Money for dope, money for rope
No short haired, yellow
to care
Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams
It's my universe
Even with an empty purse
Cause I've got a pocketful of dreams
I wouldn't take
funny
I was such a fool
Cause I couldn't see it coming
Just a hand full of promises
You gave me
A pocketful of dreams
That just won't do
How can
a pocketful of nothing but some 90s country songs
Give ya Tracy Lawrence, Tracy Byrd, and Travis Tritt a try
It's a John Michael Montgomery or a Chestnut
a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing we can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets
friends
I had my family and there was no pretence, I had
Pocketful of dreams instead of money
That is all it seems I got inside
Nothing but my dreams
feeling pretty ill
Pocketful of nothing honey
But I still get cheap thrills
Caught you staring
From the opposite side
Those eyes knock me flat like
how it taste
Got a pocketful of praise
Know what I'm talmbout?
Caribbean foreigner pull up in Florida
Never pull up in a foreign
Might pull up with
crooked girls
Cuz strippers love a man with a pocketful of extra bills
Mama always told me stay away from crooked girls
Cuz that love doesn't have a chance
stopping
You're standing at the counter with a pocketful of nothing
You've been saving up to go window shopping
You've been saving up to go window shopping
but fucking beautiful
Flying in a dream
Stars by the pocketful
You wanting me
Tonight feels impossible
But it's coming down no sound it's all around
I got a pocket, got a pocketful of sunshine.
I got a love, and I know that it's all mine.
Oh, oh whoa
Do what you want, but you're never gonna break
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