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I got a pocketful of dreams
Baby, I'm from New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothin' you can't do
Now you're in New York
all the stuff and get a pocketful of change
should I give it to the man's the question in my brain
What's gonna happen if I give the man a dime?
I
inside each cloud's a silver lining
Why does it shine on other lives but not on mine?
I've had a bellyful of emptiness
I've got a pocketful of nothing
it ain't never gonna end
He's a pocketful of hate
That don't give a damn
What fate awaits the machine gun man?
Well, he ain't got no future
wait to be with my baby tonight
No comb and no toothbrush
I've got nothing to hold
I'm carrying only a pocketful of dreams
A heart full of love
And they
love may come and tap you on the shoulder
Some star less night
Just in case you feel you wanna hold her
You'll have a pocketful of starlight
Catch
Bird on a wire with a pocketful of holes
Broken down fiddle and a two haired bow
Headful of melodies nobody knows
How he landed in a poor man's
killing angels
I've been killing time
I got a pocketful of halos
Got a pint of holy light
I'm gonna feather up my pillow
And see if anyone bites
I've been
the night
We're the kids who would bring the world to life
So we're dumb and we got some time to waste
Got it all with a pocketful of change
Tonight,
Sheets of rain and a bottle of luck
And a bundle of songs in the back of a truck
I've got a headful of faces and a pocketful of holes
And a smile
it ain't never gonna end
He's a pocketful of hate
That don't give a damn
What fate awaits the machine gun man?
Well, he ain't got no future
History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful
History repeats the old conceits
The glib replies the same defeats
Keep your finger on important issues
With crocodile tears and a pocketful
beyond the bend
I haven't got a care
I'm just on my way to anywhere
Pocketful of nothing, nothing I can spend
Hope the grass is greener, beyond
But now you're coming home to stay
Hot dog, soon everything will be all right
Hot dog, we're gonna have a ball tonight
I've got a pocketful of dimes
a pocketful of love
Wait here......
sacrifice
But I can get you a pocketful of miracles
If you promise to be good, try to be nice
God will take good care of you
Well, justa do as I say,
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles
Such are promises
All lies
A pocketful of silver, the key to heaven's door
Lakeside Park
Willows in the breeze
Lakeside Park
So many memories
Laughing rides
Midway lights
another board and a pocketful of nails
For my little house on the hill
Well I'm fishin' in the middle
My pappy told me there's sure gonna be a lotta
and a pocketful of dreams
You say I'm only jealous maybe so but here's the reason I beg you not to go
Cause they're not your kind of people...
my drink
Lay me down and roll me out to sea
Got your picture in my wallet
And some pictures in my mind
A pocketful of memories
I never thought
try to handle mine
Get yourself a shotgun, a pocketful of shells
While away the time
Get it right, do it nice
If you make a mistake, pay for it twice
I'm gonna buy another board and a pocketful of nails
For my little house on the hill
Well I'm fishin' in the middle...
[ fiddle ]
My pappy told
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