I’ve been dealing in
poor man’s pockets
I am a man best left
alone
Been sitting in the
lone star dreaming
Down here at San
Angelo
I’ve been broken
down, I got busted
I’ve been left out
in the cold
Got itchy when I was
nineteen
Too many on a dead
end road
Hitched out on an
International
Aint got nothing
left behind
Setting out to find
what I’ve been looking for
Got a vision in my
mind
The sparks’ll fly
and the steel gets twisted
But the road still
carry’s on
Gotta move to some
point of somewhere
Down around San
Angelo
I got broken down, I
got busted
Hell I just didn’t
know
When you sell
yourself short on your dreams
Well you got no
place to go
So for the guts and
for the glory
Hell I thought I’d
take it all
But they’ll take you
for all you got going
And they’ll leave
you nothing for
I’ve been dealing in
these poor man’s pockets
I am a man best left
alone
Got stuck here in
the lone star dreaming
Down here at San Angelo
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DeSoto Rust 2009 |