Текст песни VAN MORRISON - Take Your Hands Out Of My Pocket
VAN MORRISON - Take Your Hands Out Of My Pocket слова песни
Текст песни VAN MORRISON - Take Your Hands Out Of My Pocket
(Sonny Boy Williamson)Take your hands outta my pocket, babyI ain't got nothin' let to loan to youTake your hands outta my pocketI ain't got nothin' left to loan to youIf you don't take your hand out( )I'm gonna call the police on youI got hip to your recordThe first thirty-five seconds I got in townI got hip, hip to your recordThe first thirty-five seconds that I got in townIf you don't take your fingers off my walletI believe the Man is gonna take you downWhoa, yeahPlay the blues, n' blow[Instrumental & sax solo](Jack Schroer on the saxaphone)I don't mean anybody no harmI just want what belong to meI don't mean no one no harm, no-noI just want, just want what belong to meSo, ya take your hand outta my pocket, hu!I'll ask the judge to set you free.Oh yeah