Git your hands outta my pocket
got no money in it for you
baby since we been together
it’s plain to everyone but me
so clear the world can see
we just make each other blue
Git your hands outta my pocket
there ain’t a damn thing in it for you
for a long long long long time now
your very presence, girl
it makes my toes curl
sad to say but that’s the truth
Git your hands outta my pocket
left with nothing in it for you
telling myself why oh why
did you believe what she said
after she let that man into your bed
how oh how could I been such a fool
Git your hands outta my pocket
only disappointment in it for you
i’ve got my glass of moonshine
baby, i’m not your kind
don’t want you to be mine
spare me your point of view
Git your hands outta my pocket
got no money in it for you
Git your hands outta my pocket
there ain’t a damn thing in it for you
Git your hands outta my pocket
left with nothing in it for you
Git your hands outta my pocket
only disappointment in it for you
where’s the meat market, boys
gotta start something new
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