Take Your Hands Out of My Pocket
Van Morrison Lyrics


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

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Written by: WILLIE WILLIAMSON

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Comments from YouTube:

egojosepio

Genial! que bien suena en su conjunto...

Kathy Kuhl

❤️ Great Sonny Boy Williamson cover. Thank you.

Smartass1liner

Great wee track...Always loved this

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