Keep Your Hands Out Of My Pockets

Keep Your Hands Out of My Pockets -James Cotton

Keep your hand out of my pocket

Then I ain't got nothing belong to you

Keep your hand out of my pocket

Then I ain't got nothing belong to you

In the way you've cheated me demon

You know you've been doing it wrong

I gave you all my money honey

And my love and everything too

Now you try to tell me

You don't know what you're gonna do for me

I told you

Keep your hand out of my money

Honey

Lord ain't nothing there got never for you

I got a lot got a lot

Got a lot got a lot

Got even

Live your own my baby

Thank you

Sure you're true colors to me

I will thank you

I will thank you woman

Sure you're true colors to me

You don't even know what I have no more money baby

The one I get down the hate with me all I do

Oh my way back down son

I take on the walk my woman down and send lord

Oh my way back down son

I take on the walk my woman down and send lord

I wanna tell my baby

Lord I was thread

I know she love

Out of man

Take me hold ya

Be fine mama was leave shaking

A lot of bones

Shimmer gonna lose skeleton get down thing

Like I wanna

I come back home

Can do the mama wanna do thing

Mama would you make everything alright

Check me heart all it's wanted

And make everything

Won't lie