Blues In My Pocket
By Joey Craig

I give you all of my money baby, and you know I work hard for my pay
But you go downtown a drinking, yeah your drinking my money away
Well Listen up little lady, cause Ive got something to say

Yeh tell me,
Whats going on here? This must be some kind of joke
This place it smells like cigarettes, and you dont even smoke
Whats going on? Yeah whats going on?

Well Ive got your blues in my pocket now
And just like spare change, Ill give it away

Solo

Ive always tried so hard to make you happy baby, say why you gotta be doing me so wrong?
Just when it starts to feel like were doing real good, you bring the heartache on so strong
When you take a loving man and make him sing the blues, his love dont last for very, very long


So tell me,
Whats going on here? This must be some kind of joke
This place it smells like cigarettes, and you dont even smoke
Whats going on? Yeah I know whats going on?

And Ive got your blues in my pocket now
And just like spare change, Ill give it away


Anybody looking for a handout?