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Take Your Hands out of My Pocket 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
[Instrumental & sax solo]
[Jack Schroer on the saxaphone]
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
Part of these releases
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- Track 3 on It's Too Late To Stop Now: Live Disc 2
- 2 Saint Dominic's Preview
- 4 Listen to the Lion
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