Take Your Hand Out of My Pocket Van Morrison
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Take your hand outta my pocket, baby
I ain't got nothin' left to loan to you
Take your hand 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, now
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, now
Whoa, yeah
Play the blues, n' blow
Jack Schroer on the saxaphone
Applause
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
I ain't got nothin' left to loan to you
Take your hand 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, now
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, now
Whoa, yeah
Play the blues, n' blow
Jack Schroer on the saxaphone
Applause
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
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