Rocket

i got a rocket in my pocket
 and a dream i love to stab in the back
 itâs a fine line between broke
 and just a little crack
 if i donât watch my step
 theyâre gonna have to sweep me up
 just to carry me out
 got fall down drunk lord
 in good old ft. worth
 yea the papers down there
 said i gave emâ all their moneys worth
 but all i can remember
 is a hang over and a dirty shirt
 and the miles donât mean a thing
 traveled thousands of emâ
 for a brass ring
 and if i ever get out of this mess
 goinâ back home
 where iâm loved the best
 i got a rocket in my pocket
 and a dream i love to stab int he back
 itâs a fine line between broke
 and just a little crack
 if i donât watch my step
 theyâre gonna have to sweep me up
 just to carry me out
 and the highway
 was just a bad dream
 like sittinâ through a film iâve already seen
 and if i ever get out of this mess
 goinâ back home where iâm loved the best
 i got a rocket in my pocket
 and a dream i love to stab in the back
 itâs a fine line between broke
 and just a little crack
 if i donât watch my step
 theyâre gonna have to sweep me up
 just to carry me out