Take Your Hand Out Of My Pocket

It's Too Late To Stop Now, 4 minutes

Take Your Hand Out Of My Pocket
  • Take Your Hand Out Of My Pocket

Lyrics

Van Morrison

Take your hands outta my pocket, baby
I ain't got nothin' let to loan to you
Take your hands outta my pocket
I ain't got nothin' left to loan to you
If you don't take your hand out
I'm gonna call the police on you

I got hip to your record
The first thirty-five seconds I got in town
I got hip, hip to your record
The first thirty-five seconds that I got in town
If you don't take your fingers off my wallet
I believe the Man is gonna take you down
Whoa, yeah
Play the blues, n' blow

I don't mean anybody no harm
I just want what belong to me
I don't mean no one no harm, no, no
I just want, just want what belong to me

So, ya take your hand outta my pocket, hu
I'll ask the judge to set you free
Oh yeah

Written by SONNY BOY WILLIAMSON
Published by BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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