Pocket Full of Misery

Say I have been on seven
 'Til them chains come undone
 Fighting a battle that you've already won
 Saying, hey, hey, momma
 Look at me
 Standing down on 12th Street
 Pocket full of misery
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 Fast cars and bad luck
 Well, they never were
 Your friends
 The whiskey and the lighting
 Will it drive you around again?
 You were singin'
 Hey, hey, momma
 Look at me
 Standing down on 12th Street
 Pocket full of misery
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 Back down in Texas
 Where they all knew your name
 Seven come 11
 And 'em angels sing
 They were singng
 Hey, hey, momma
 Look at me
 Standing down on 12th Street
 Pocket full of misery
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 They where singing
 Hey, hey, momma
 Take a look at me
 Standing down on 12th Street
 Pocket full of misery