
Deep Pockets Yonder Mountain String Band
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[Verse 1]
I wish my baby had deep pockets so we could run around
Spendin' all her money and paintin' up the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets; I'd love life every day
She don't got deep pockets, boys; what's there left to say?
[Verse 2]
I wish my baby had deep pockets, bout the deepest ones around
Her momma was made o' money and her daddy owned the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets; I'd love life every day
She don't got deep pockets, boys; what's there left to say?
[Verse 3]
I wish my baby drove a Caddy, about the biggest one around
Burnin' all four tires around every turn in town
I wish my baby drove a Caddy; I'd love life every day
She don't drive no Caddy, boys; it's some beat up Chevrolet
[Verse 4]
I wish my baby cooked me porkchops, about the fattest ones around
I'd kiss her in the kitchen with the cabbage boilin' down
I wish my baby cooked me porkchops; I'd love life every day
But the gravy's way too lumpy, boys; what's there left to say?
[Verse 1]
I wish my baby had deep pockets so we could run around
Spendin' all her money and paintin' up the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets; I'd love life every day
She don't got deep pockets, boys; what's there left to say?
I wish my baby had deep pockets so we could run around
Spendin' all her money and paintin' up the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets; I'd love life every day
She don't got deep pockets, boys; what's there left to say?
[Verse 2]
I wish my baby had deep pockets, bout the deepest ones around
Her momma was made o' money and her daddy owned the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets; I'd love life every day
She don't got deep pockets, boys; what's there left to say?
[Verse 3]
I wish my baby drove a Caddy, about the biggest one around
Burnin' all four tires around every turn in town
I wish my baby drove a Caddy; I'd love life every day
She don't drive no Caddy, boys; it's some beat up Chevrolet
[Verse 4]
I wish my baby cooked me porkchops, about the fattest ones around
I'd kiss her in the kitchen with the cabbage boilin' down
I wish my baby cooked me porkchops; I'd love life every day
But the gravy's way too lumpy, boys; what's there left to say?
[Verse 1]
I wish my baby had deep pockets so we could run around
Spendin' all her money and paintin' up the town
I wish my baby had deep pockets; I'd love life every day
She don't got deep pockets, boys; what's there left to say?
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